Let it Go

My hair’s getting grey,
and it’s thinning, too.
Is this what getting older
is supposed to do:
Take away the confidence
you never really had.
They say fake it till you make it,
and forget the rest.
But if I’m being honest,
I’m doing my best,
cause lying every day
ain’t the way I want to live.
So I let it go.

I got a chip on my shoulder,
and a smirk on my face.
I ain’t really keen
about running the race
that everybody else
expects me to run.
I spent twenty-seven years
living someone else’s dream
and it took me way too long to see,
but now I’m packing my bags
and headed to another show.
Now I let it go.

Is this the best I can do?
I’ll stick around for another month or two,
and I’ll let it go.