He meant to be both good and true.
But where he was was who he'd be
He would not wish to lie to you.
He thought he knew just who to be
But acted inconsistently.

He'd different faces, different lives
His life so lacked integrity
That all the lives he lived were lies;
Not really sure of who he was.
Or who it was he meant to be.

A face for faces that he met
He was not whole, he was not free.
He couldn't be true, he would forget
What he was for, just who he was.
He couldn't live authentically.

He hid himself afraid they'd see.
The self he'd hidden deep inside;
He hid his vulnerability.
He could not show them who he was
Something deep inside him died.