Iím not who I want to be, and this life is not what I wanted...
I canít do enough for others, to take away the pain of being angry with myself.
There is no payment I can make that is big enough to take away the debt I owe myself Ė
For failing to achieve the ideal of my dreams.
Iím angry with myself, and when you tell me Iím no good,
When you wonít listen, when Iím afraid and just need a helping hand,
Your words and your looks stab my heart like a knife, and anger rises within me to protect what is left of my self-esteem.