08x14 - Healing Old Wounds

[bunniefuu]

Oh...

If you want to make up

for inviting a thousand
people over for dinner,

you can do it by
washing the dishes.

I had something else in mind.

Well, you know I had
to go to the market,

cook the dinner, clean
the house, do the laundry...

and I'm not in the
mood for something else.

Got it. I'll just...

go in the backyard

and see how things are going.

I know why you're
going in the backyard.

Those guys are shameful.

They're just out
there doing nothing

but stirring up trouble
between Roxanne and Betsy

and enjoying every minute of it.

Kevin, too, huh?

He claims he's just
sticking around to stop a fight

if a fight starts.

What are we going
to do with them?

I know. It's so... annoying.

I know.

What are you thinking?

Well, that neither a
sexy young designer

or a hot cop has
anything over me or you.

They're our husbands;
we're their wives.

Yeah, you're right.

Let them have their fun.

I'm going to be with Kevin
every night for the rest of my life.

That's right.

Unless he leaves me
for Roxanne or Betsy.

Is there anything we can do?

Hey, I thought you were
going to play a game

or do something with the twins?

I have homework.

Well, then what are
you doing down here?

Because Peter and Martin are
playing a game with the twins,

so I can't do my homework.

Two things:

Sam and David really wanted
you to do something with them

because you haven't paid
attention to them all week,

and they want to be with you.

And two, I thought you were
going to finish your homework

before Peter came over here.

I thought so, too, but I didn't.

Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Camden.
I've done my homework.

Good.

I just sank your ship.

I never played this before.

So that's your excuse?

It's not an excuse.

I'm bored.

I'm bored, too.

Well, I didn't have a dad to
play board games with me, okay?

Oh... the pity route, huh?

It's not like my dad was
around all the time. He's a...

Marine. I know. I met him.

You got a problem with my dad?

No, I don't have a
problem with your dad.

But I bet my dad
could b*at up your dad.

In your dreams.

Hi, girls.

Did Peter and Vic get here?

Peter's upstairs with
Martin and the boys.

And Vic's in the backyard
with the rest of the guys...

and Roxanne and Betsy.

Well, then I'll, maybe
I'll just stay here.

Yeah, you probably should.

Chandler's out there too.

Then I'll-I'll definitely
just stay here.

What, are you taking
self-defense lessons

between your sewing lessons?

Oh, don't make me slap you.

Roxanne, knock it off.

I don't have to.

It's America.

Everyone's free to
express their opinion.

Oh, I wonder how
we got that freedom?

You think it might have
been from fighting wars?

VIC: I honestly don't know.

I've no opinion... on Iraq.

I don't understand it.

Not sure I want to.

ROXANNE: See? See, this is why

Bush is getting away

with everything he's
getting away with.

People are ignorant.

They don't know
anything about history.

They don't read newspapers.

And if they did,

maybe they'd understand what
happened on September th

and that our President is making
sure it never happens again.

I don't care what you say.

We had no right to go into Iraq.

We had every right and
every reason to go into Iraq.

Innocent people are dying!

Like innocent people weren't

dying before we got over there!

Well, how many more will
have to die before we stop?!

How many will die if we stop?

Hungry?

I could eat.

Yeah, me too.

So could I.

Enough of this. Let's go inside.

I'm not eating with her.

Who asked you to?

Sorry I'm late.

I just drove up from the base.

Have I got time to
change before dinner?

Sorry. I don't
believe we've met.

Beau, this is Roxanne.

Roxanne hates w*r.

Don't we all?

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ I know there's
no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world
don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one
place that you'll find ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ Mmm, th Heaven ♪

♪ th Heaven. ♪

(barks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

It's not our w*r.

It's not our business to go
around the world patrolling

whoever we think
the bad guys are.

To most of the world,
we're the bad guys.

People hate us, and
this is why they hate us.

We have no right to
tell another country

what they can and cannot do.

What, we can have
nuclear weapons,

but no one else can?

We can develop chemical
weapons, but no one else can?

Why?

Because we're moral enough
to know when to use them,

but no one else is?

This president of ours
shouldn't even be president.

And he wouldn't be president

if his brother
weren't the governor.

Hmm... I couldn't agree less.

What?

I couldn't agree less, love.

(whines)

Listen to me.

I've got almost years
of experience in an area

that you know nothing about.

What did you think
we were going to do?

Just let t*rrorists
rule the world

while the United Nations would
debate on how to stop them?

You think S*ddam
Hussein didn't have anything

to do with September th?

You're naïve.

Very naïve.

(whines)

This is not something
our president entered

into lightly as a show of force.

And you can drop that stuff
about how he got elected.

At this point, who cares?

He's the president,
and a good president,

a decent man, a real leader.

It takes a leader
to make a decision.

And thank God he decided
enough of S*ddam Hussein.

So, we're in Iraq.
And you know what?

Most of the people in Iraq
are very happy we're there.

Am I boring you?

Uh-uh.

Good. Where was I?

I guess his plan is
to win America over

one person at a time.

I thought he was
here to talk to Martin

about not playing pro
ball and going to college?

In life, as in w*r, I guess
sometimes plans change.

Yeah... phew.

Well... There's something
about passion that's...

contagious.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

There are people
all over the house.

Oh, but there's no
one in the basement.

That's right. We
have a basement.

I-I thought you were tired

from cooking and
cleaning and all that.

Oh, no, I'm not tired.

Not since you helped
me clean up the kitchen.

Oh...

Maybe I should join the Marines.

Maybe it'd be good for me.

Okay.

What?

Well, maybe it would
be good for you.

You know, for the,
the self-discipline,

the sense of
purpose, those things.

Hmm. Unless I got k*lled
getting the self-discipline

and sense of purpose.

How can you think
it'd be good for me

to join the Marines?

Oh, forget it. I was just
making conversation.

Insulting conversation.

You think I have
no self-discipline?

I'm sober. I quit drinking.

That requires self-discipline.

I know.

And I think that's great.

I really do.

You really do, but...

But nothing.

But something. Spit it out.

Honestly, Vic, it's nothing.

Oh.

Wait a minute. I see.

Not only would I get
self-discipline and purpose,

but I'd get it far,
far away from here.

Then you and Peter
wouldn't have to deal with me.

Well, you're pretty far
away from us as it is now.

Northern California
is far from here.

And I'm assuming that
your break's almost over

and you'll be going back.

What if I've decided I
don't want to go back?

You have a job.

I can get another job.

I like being around Peter.

He needs a dad.

He needs me.

Fine.

Then don't join the Marines.

Don't tell me what to do.

How did we get here?

We listened to
you when you said,

"Let's take the garbage
cans out by the street."

I thought it was a code for
"Let's get out of the house

and have a drink."

Do you feel you need a drink?

Were you at dinner?
Did you hear Roxanne?

Yes, and I heard

when you said let's take a
shortcut around the house.

I thought it would get
us to a drink quicker.

What's making you want a drink?

You don't drink

except for an occasional
beer in the pool hall.

He makes me want to drink.

He should make you not
want to drink. He's an alcoholic.

He's a recovering alcoholic
with the woman I love.

Think she'll go back with him?

I think we have a beer in
the fridge. You can have it.

Just forget it. I don't need it.

Alcohol is not the
answer to anything.

What does she see in him?

He's Peter's father.

Would you stop?

You're making me nervous.

I can't help it.

How dare that
peacenik att*ck a Marine

on leave of duty from the w*r?

He's probably in there right
now giving her a piece of his mind.

And any minute,

he'll be out here giving
us a piece of his mind.

He's been home three days,
and hasn't said one word

about my not going to
college and playing baseball.

Wait. Us?

Why would he give
us a piece of his mind?

What do I have to do with
your not going to college?

I think you should
go to college.

Are you attacking
everyone tonight?

Who am I attacking?

Oh, other than that
hippie cop, who by the way,

doesn't have a problem sh**ting
the bad guys in this country,

just other countries.

Since when do you have a
problem with my not going to college?

Since always.

I told Reverend Camden.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

I told him.

What's wrong?

My aunt just told me

she doesn't think I
should play baseball either.

She thinks I
should go to college.

And she told that to
Reverend Camden.

You think I should
go to college?

What is this, an ambush?

I'm going to talk to
Reverend Camden.

You probably should.

I'm sorry about what I said

about my dad
b*ating up your dad.

I just wanted to
be proud of him,

like you are of your dad.

Forget about it.

Do you want anything?

No.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

I was hoping you'd answer.

Who is this?

It's me, your husband.

Why are you calling me?

I thought maybe you'd
like to come home.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

Then come here and have dessert.

I thought maybe we
could have dessert here.

Why?

I don't know.

I was just thinking,

maybe it would be nice
to have dessert alone,

just the two of us.

What about everybody else?

Let 'em eat cake.

I have to go.

Kevin needs me at home.

Something with...
a smoke detector.

I just inherited
millions of dollars,

not that that matters.

Hey, I like you
with a million dollars

or without a million dollars.

The operative word being "like."

It's-it's just a really
confusing time for me.

I feel torn in a million
different directions.

These past few weeks have put
me in total conflict and I'm sorry.

I know that these past few weeks
haven't been easy for you either

and you've, you've
been so generous to Vic

and so kind to Peter and me.

Well, thanks for noticing.

I couldn't help but notice.

Oh, no. Here it goes.

The "it's not you,
it's me" speech.

And just I led you right to it.

(door closing)

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I just have to...
go get something.

Anyone call for dessert yet?

No. No.

You two make up?

Yeah. Yeah.

Then how come you
look so disturbed?

It's my dad's last night here,

and we still have
a lot to talk about.

Then go talk to him.

I have to get back upstairs.

I left Sam and David alone.

Let's go.

BEAU: So you see,
it's not like 'Nam

and it doesn't have
to be like 'Nam.

Unless you and others like
you insist on raising the level

of non-support to the same level

that caused us to lose
the w*r in Vietnam.

And we don't want to
lose the w*r on terrorism.

Because if we lose this
one, unlike the Vietnamese,

the t*rrorists are likely
to come and get us.

And by us I mean you,

and all the others
against the w*r.

Stop!

Stop it!

Why are you even here?

I came halfway across
the world to see you.

What do you mean
what am I doing here?

Do you even remember who I am?

I'm your son!

Come on, Marty. Knock it off.

What are you jealous

I was spending a few minutes
with a beautiful woman?

Give me a break.

That woman has
no respect for you.

Sure she does.

And what difference
does it make?

I have plenty of
respect for myself.

I don't know why. What?

I don't know why

you have any
respect for yourself.

Careful where you're
going with that, son.

Remember what I always told
you: "Think before you speak."

How can you act like that?

How can you kiss her?

How can I not kiss her?

I've been in the
desert for nine months

surrounded by
guys being sh*t at.

I'm a Marine.

I'm a man.

She's a woman.

We're both adults.

We were just kissing.

What the heck's your problem?

My problem is...

I've never seen you
kiss another woman,

other than my mother.

Remember her?

Your wife?

My mother?

(sighs)

Do you have question
on the algebra?

I've have question
and through .

If I give it to you, you won't
know how to do it yourself.

I'm good in math.

Great. Then you shouldn't have
any problems with question .

Peter, I think we
should be leaving now.

Where's Dad? He left.

But we didn't have dessert yet.

And he didn't say good-bye.

Is he upset?

No, he's okay.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

Wait.

Are you okay, Mom?

Oh, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

This hasn't been
easy for you, has it?

No, but life can't
always be easy.

I know you're just
doing this for me,

seeing Dad.

Well, I was only
doing it for you,

but as it turns out I needed
to do this for me, too.

Your dad and I, we have a
lot of unfinished business.

But maybe one day we
can get that all resolved and,

and be friends again.

Could you ever be more
than just friends with him?

I wish I could tell
you that we could be,

that there's a possibility
of our getting back together

so we could all
be a family again,

but I don't know if that's true.

It's okay.

I understand.

What about you and Chandler?

We're friends.

I thought you liked
him more than that.

I thought I did, too.

It's okay, Mom.

Whatever you want,
whoever you end up with,

it's okay with me.

'Cause I don't know if Dad will
always be around to be my dad,

but I do know that you'll
always be around to be my mom.

Thank you, Peter.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, everybody.
Thanks for dinner.

Hey.

Where's Martin and his dad?

They went out.

What was all the yelling
about? I'm not sure.

I know you know.

He saw his father kissing me.

I don't know what
the big deal was,

but I'm going to let the
two of them sort it out.

Finally finished
your little speech?

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

Not so fast.

I've got something
to say to you.

If it's about w*r, I think
your brother said everything

I could possibly want to hear,

in a way I could
totally hear it.

Is that right?

I totally get your
point of view now,

which isn't to say
that I agree with it,

but let's just say
I learned a lot.

Well, that's something.

And here's something else.

You're not my brother's type.

Just stay away from him.

Yeah, okay.

But just out of curiosity,

is your brother seeing anyone?

In Iraq?

Probably not.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

I was seeing Chandler,

but that didn't work out.

Because...?

Because I didn't
want to get married.

To Chandler?

Chandler wanted to marry you?

Why is that so hard to believe?

I don't know. I guess
because he's in love with Paris.

Paris is in love with Vic.

Good to know.

Good night.

What do you do for a living now?

I'm an artist. I teach art.

How many uniforms
do you guys get?

You want in the
Marines for the uniforms?

And the self-discipline.

And the sense of purpose.

I see.

Why now?

Why not now?

I meant how come you
never thought about joining

the Marines until now?

Yeah, I know what you meant.

What difference does it make
when I decided to sign up?

I'm afraid you decided too late.

You're over the age limit.

What age limit?

.

Well... what about the Army?

Air Force?

Navy?

Coast Guard?

Boy Scouts?

Let me have my application back.

Why?

Might have made a little
mistake on the birthdate.

You're not going to try to
lie about your age, are you?

What's a couple years?

You can't do that.

Someone is going
to check, believe me.

It will just catch up to you,

and then you'll get in trouble.

What are they going to
do, call me home from Iraq?

In the meantime, I could
be handing out candy

to the kids in the desert
and blowing up stuff.

Whatever you need
blowing up, I am your guy.

I can't give you your
application back.

I want to see your supervisor.

He's not around.

And even if he were, he'd
tell you the same thing:

You're just too old.

You think anybody
is telling the guys

trying to sign up for
Al-Qaeda that they're too old?

Good point.

Still can't let you in.

Is this about a
woman by any chance?

It's not about a woman.

It's about my wife...
ex-wife... and my son.

(sighs)

I had a little
problem with alcohol.

I... went to rehab.

I've been sober three years.

The kid's .

He needs more than
that to be proud of me.

Frankly, so does she.

Although she's
old enough to get it.

Maybe there's another
group you could join.

Something with no age limit.

Is everything okay?

We heard shouting.

My son saw me kiss Roxanne.

He's never seen me kiss a
woman other than his mother.

He's... he's really upset.

Anything I can do?

I don't know.

I've been putting off
talking to him all weekend.

Now we have to
talk... about everything.

No.

How long ago did
your wife pass away?

Four, almost five years ago.

(sighs)

Came as a complete shock.

She was always afraid
I'd get k*lled, and then...

she was the one.

She and I met in high school.

Married a couple of
years after we graduated

when she got
pregnant with Martin.

I would have married
her when I was .

I was in love with
her the day I met her.

I guess Martin and I

haven't spent much
time talking about it.

To me, there wasn't much we
could do about it, but move on.

Not that I moved on right away,

but... well, eventually,
I did move on.

What can I say?

I love the company of women.

Not that anyone
can ever replace her.

(sighs)

Is... everything okay?

Well... (sighs)

Martin got upset...

and he took off.

Any idea where he
might have taken off to?

More than likely he's
sitting on the bleachers

at the school's baseball field.

He likes to go there.

Thanks.

I'm going to go home.

Maybe he'll call me later.

I guess this is good-bye.

Nice being around you
the past couple of days.

I really admire your courage,

and, well...

thanks for doing what you do.

It's nice of you
to mention that.

Good night.

My son's got good taste.

She's a nice girl.

Come on. I'll drive you.

We'll talk in the car.

What?

Are you finished yet?

You said you'd
play a game with us.

Or you can just read to us.

I can't.

I have homework.

Maybe Mom can read to you.

She reads to us every night.

We want you to read to us.

You're a really
good reader. Please?

Okay. Your room?

Yes. Yes.

(laughing)

(silverware clattering on plate)

(both chuckling)

My name's Vic,
and I'm an alcoholic.

GROUP: Hi, Vic.

♪ ♪

Go ahead. Talk to him.

You'll do fine.

I don't think you
understand the pressure.

This could be our
last conversation.

(sighs) It's always
like this when I leave.

I carefully choose my words

because those might be the
last words he hears me say

if anything happens to me.

(sighs)

I don't want to
argue with him...

and I don't want to avoid
an argument with him.

You know, the same thing
is probably bothering Martin.

I mean, he knows
you're leaving tomorrow.

I think he's been
dreading your leaving

from the time he knew
you were coming here.

I mean, he probably thinks
about all the possibilities, too,

including the possibility
of your not coming back.

But if we all lived our
lives based on... what-ifs...

instead of what is,

we'd be living in a
continuous state of fear.

I know that's not how you live.

I mean, you couldn't
and do what you do.

And "what is" for us tonight?

Well, tonight...

you're both safe...

and with each other and
your family and friends and...

God, you have time together

to talk about whatever you
want to talk about, face-to-face.

Well, he was so prepared...

to let you have it,

when you tell him he
can't play pro baseball,

and he has to go to college.

I mean, he's been working
himself up for a fight, and...

Well, it just wasn't the fight

that he or even you thought
you were going to have.

You may have taken
Martin by surprise

when he saw you kissing Roxanne.

No, I definitely
took him by surprise.

Maybe it's... just what
both of you needed to...

to go back and heal
some old wounds

and reaffirm that you're
in this life together,

and you love each other
and respect each other.

He's really proud of you.

You know that, don't you?

You'll get through this.

(sighs)

(unclasping seat belt)

I think I'll give it
another minute.

Yeah.

All your old girlfriends have
gone home for the evening?

Roxanne and Paris.

I left my jacket.

I know.

I was hoping you'd
come back for it.

You were?

Okay, one: Roxanne
is not worthy.

And two: Paris has too many
issues and too much baggage.

And unless the age
limit to join the Marines

isn't what I think it is,

Vic is going to be
around for a while.

And three:

you're far too rich and
handsome and smart

to be depressed about anything.

Sit down.

Um... yeah.

Why don't you fly to New York
and come visit me sometime?

My crowd could
use some preaching.

(chuckles)

Feeling better?

Yeah, I am.

Thank you.

(giggles)

So, tell me all about yourself.

Uh...

(exhales)

So what made you
call me home tonight?

You were flirting with
me all during dinner.

I liked that.

I wish you did that
every night at dinner.

You know, I was kind of annoyed

that you were paying so much
attention to Betsy and Roxanne.

When?

In the backyard while we
were all waiting for Martin's dad.

How could I not pay
attention to them?

I thought Roxanne was
going to pummel her.

Is that why you went inside?

Yeah, that's why I went inside.

I didn't know.

And I didn't know
you still feel...

Um, how should I say this
so I don't get pummeled?

You didn't know that I still
get jealous of Roxanne?

You two are friends.

Is that why you were
flirting with me at dinner?

Maybe.

Can we have her over
to dinner every night?

No. I prefer to take her
out to pizza once a week.

(chuckles)

I didn't just call you home

because you were
flirting with me at dinner.

Chandler and I saw Paris and
Vic talking on the back porch.

And I saw how unhappy Chandler
is and how unhappy Paris is

and how unhappy Vic is.

And I realize once again

how lucky I am to have
a wife who loves me.

I think I'm going to cry.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, Ruthie, finish
your homework yet?

No. I was reading
to Sam and David,

so I just opened the book again.

Well, want me to help you?

Why the sudden generosity?

No reason. I just like you.

Really? What's going on?

I'm just happy.

Why? There must be some reason.

I guess it's because I don't
feel angry with my dad anymore.

Where is your dad?

In the kitchen with my mom.

No kidding?

You think they'll
get back together?

No. It's just nice knowing

that they don't seem angry
at each other anymore.

Really nice. Like Christmas.

Well, Merry Christmas.

I better go do my homework.

Night, Ruthie.

Good night.

(sighs)

So you're not gonna tell me why

the gigantic chip on
your shoulder feels

so much lighter tonight?

It just does, okay?

I don't have to
tell you everything.

I'm not drinking again.

Well, I hope not.

Where did you go when
you left the Camdens?

Went out to think.

To think about what I
could do to make my ex-wife

and my son proud of me.

But I am proud of you.

Nah, you're not proud of me.

Why should you be?

I did a horrible thing.

I've been a terrible dad,

but... I'm gonna be better.

And that makes me
feel... Should I say it...

Proud of myself.

I went to the Marine
Recruitment Office.

(chuckles, barks)

(phone rings)

Let the machine pick it up.

(machine beeps)

Paris, look, it's Roxanne.

I think I might have
done something stupid.

Besides falling in love with a
guy leaving for Iraq tomorrow,

I might have mentioned to Betsy

that Chandler is
still in love with you,

and and now I think Betsy...

You and Chandler?

We're just friends.

Huh.

Chandler...

Well, I better be going.

You know, just when I thought

everything in my life might
be working out, for once...

Maybe you should go
after him, talk to him.

I have a feeling he'll
work it out for himself.

Okay...

I'm sorry.

I wasn't waiting for an apology.

I just didn't know
what to say to you.

Oh.

You're not expecting me
to say sorry, too, are you?

No.

But what aren't you sorry about?

I'm not sorry I kissed Roxanne.

But I feel badly that you
think I betrayed your mother.

Believe me, the first
time I kissed a woman

after your mother d*ed...

And it was a long time after
she d*ed... I felt I betrayed her.

But what am I supposed to do,

never kiss a woman
again for the rest of my life?

She told you she wanted
you to get married again.

I remember when
she told you that.

It made me angry for
her to give you permission.

I know she was
trying to be nice, but...

I knew she was
giving up at that point...

and I didn't want
her to ever give up.

I didn't want her to die.

I don't think she
had any choice.

I know.

And I know we don't
have any choice either.

We have to live without her.

You don't have a choice
about being a Marine either.

I know that.

That's who you are.

And...

even though I'm afraid
of losing you, too...

I'm really proud of you.

I'm proud of you too, son.

You want me to go call Roxanne

and apologize
for yelling at her?

Why would you do that?

In case you want to
make out with her next time

you're home on leave.

Would you mind?

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Hey, yeah, just wanted

to say good night and thanks.

I had a... a really nice
time talking to you at dinner.

I had a really nice time, too.

I hope you know I'd never
kiss a woman I didn't respect.

Are you just saying that

because Martin's standing there?

No. I'm saying it

because I think you're
beautiful and opinionated,

and I love that you're a cop

and I respect you.

Oh.

So should I expect to
ever hear from you again?

You should. I'll be in touch.

Good night.

Let's find your
aunt and go home.

I'm right here. I've
been waiting for you two.

You've been doing more
than waiting for the two of us.

You've got lipstick
all over your face.

Do I?

I was just restoring some
of Chandler's dignity...

boosting his ego.

Oh, it was a charity mission.

So did you two talk?

Is it baseball or college?

Here's what I think:

Martin's practically
a grown man.

He's responsible,
makes good decisions.

I'm going to let him
decide for himself.

As long as he doesn't do
anything that would close

the door on going
to college altogether.

You keep up your
grades, take the SATs.

Apply to some schools.
Make sure you have options.

But if in the end

you decide you're
going to play pro ball...

it's okay with me.

I stand by you.

Really?

Absolutely.

Thanks.

Um...

I was here earlier,
but I'm back because...

I'm Vic and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL: Hi, Vic.

(knocks) Still doing
your homework?

I'm stuck on this
one algebra question.

You want me to help you?

Or I could wake up your
mother and get her to help you?

I want to do it myself.

Okay.

So is Martin's dad
going back tomorrow?

He is.

I feel for him, but I feel
helpless to do anything.

I mean, what can any of us do?

We can take a good
look in the mirror,

and when we all see peace...

we'll have peace on Earth.

♪ This is my life ♪

♪ This is my time ♪

♪ This is my name ♪

♪ I'll put it on the
line this time ♪

♪ This is my life ♪

♪ Well, I am, I am abandoned
by your empty pride ♪

♪ But I'm always
thinking of you ♪

♪ You are the inspiration
that I hold inside ♪

♪ As I rise or fall above you ♪

♪ And I'll be what I'll be ♪

♪ And you'll never
believe what I can do ♪

♪ And you'll see,
well, you see me ♪

♪ How I don't need you now ♪

♪ I can be you,
this is my life ♪

♪ This is my time ♪

♪ This is my name ♪

♪ I'll put it on the
line this time ♪

♪ So no more believing
the lies that you swallow ♪

♪ I'll believe them
away tonight ♪

♪ This is my day ♪

♪ This is my time ♪

♪ This is my life. ♪