I grew up hearing that true integrity is what you do when no one else is looking. I try to remember that when no one else is around to hold me accountable. It has often made me wonder who those closest to me are, when I am not looking. Who are you, when there is no one to see?
My oh my, you’re so good-looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I’ve not tasted all your cooking Who are you when I’m not looking?
Do you break things when you get mad? Eat a box of chocolates ’cause you’re feelin’ bad? Do you paint your toes ’cause you bite your nails? Call up momma when all else fails?