I have to live with myself, and so 

I want to be fit for myslef to know

I want to be able as days go by

Always to look myself straight in the eye;

I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,

And hate myself for thing I have done.

I don’t want to keep on a closet shelf

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself, as I come and go,

Into thinking that nobody else will know

The kind of man I really am;

I don’t want to dress myself up in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect,

I want to deserve all man’s respect;

And here in the struggle for fame and wealth,

I want to be able to like myself.

I don’t want to look at myself and know

That I am a bluffer, an empty show.

I can never 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 guilt-free.