I’ve tried it your way,
watched you and heard you,
read you and misread you,
but I’m not you.

I’ve studied it your way,
the booze went down sweet,
and the women sweeter,
but it wasn’t me,
I have my own voice.

The struggle is mine,
a battle rages on,
if it’s going to happen,
it will be on my terms,
I hope you enjoy it.