Then I held my head up high
And I kept on coming back
’Cause I’d rather be who and what I am
Than what I need or lack
My songs don’t make the hit parade
My socks don’t even match
I’m not what lonely hearts would call
The ideal, perfect catch
But I hold my head up high
And I keep on coming back
’Cause I’d rather be who and what I am
Than what I need or lack
So save your tears for someone
Who lives in fear and pain
I don’t need your close embrace
I’ll just break free again
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved