When I was young you told me that
I’d never be what you wanted me to become
I had my own ambitions and you saw from the start
You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for

I’ve always wanted to be someone you could be proud of
You saw that I would never be what you had hoped for
Well, that’s what I’ve become

As I turn the pages of my memories
I remember all the things you told me
You told me to change my ways
Or you wouldn’t pleased with me

Kicking and screaming, I cried out
Why won’t you let me be who I really am?
I’ve got myself figured out inside
But how do I tell you without you losing faith in me?

As I turn the pages of my memories
I remember all the things you told me
You told me to change my ways
Or you wouldn’t pleased with me

I cried out to you in the middle of the night
Where were you to make me feel all right?
You said to me you’d always be there
But you were never there for me

The pathways that I have to choose from
Won’t work for the both of us
One to suit you, one to suit myself
The pathway that I choose is my own

As I turn the pages of my memories
I remember all the things you told me
You told me to change my ways
Or you wouldn’t pleased with me