As time continues poking away,
And seems to hit a nerve;
When I trip and fall short of ideal
Or fail to make the curve.
Will it be ok, can you look through the haze;
Could I still be a good guy?
Can we share our breath under choppy seas
Or will we simply drown and die?
When we’re done with all the smoke and mirrors
And left doing the best we can;
When my name becomes The Ugly Truth
Will you accept me as I am?