MY WAY

 By Frank Sinatra

And now,    the end  is near, 

And so I face    the final curtain. 
My friends,   I'll say it clear; 
I'll state my case   of which I'm certain. 
I've lived   a life that's full - 
I've travelled each   and  every highway. 
And more,   much more than this, 
I did it    my way. 
Regrets? I've had a few, 
But then again, too few to mention. 
I did what I had to do 
And saw it through without exemption. 

I planned each charted course - 
Each careful step along the byway, 
And more, much more than this, 
I did it my way. 
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, 
When I bit off more than I could chew, 
But through it all, when there was doubt, 
I ate it up and spit it out. 
I faced it all and I stood tall 
And did it my way. 

I've loved, I've laughed and cried, 
I've had my fill - my share of losing. 
and now, as tears subside, 
I find it all so amusing. 
To think I did all that, 
And may I say, not in a shy way - 
Oh no. Oh no, not me. 
I did it my way. 

For what is a man? What has he got? 
If not himself - Then he has naught. 
To say the things he truly feels 
And not the words of one who kneels. 
The record shows I took the blows 
And did it my way.