As Artifacts - Pathways

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.