I have to live with myself, and so
1 want to be for myself to know.
I want to be able, as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye.
1 don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect.
For here in the struggle for fame and self
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and
know I’m bluster, a bluff
and an empty show.
I never can hide myself from ME;
I see what others may never see.
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience-free.