I tried to be someone else to escape it all
It became an obsession, and I awoke in a world divorced from self
A false reimagining of which I am the subject, shrouded in abstract conceptual intangibles
I know that I'm broken, and I play the part
Why try to get better?
I was born to tear myself apart
This lifelong dissonance, how could it mean nothing?
I become a concept inside of myself
All the failures of our fathers can't define us
If all that weight fell on our shoulders, who could blame us?
I felt locked in a stigma beyond my control
And in my vulnerability I am fed their words and I swallow them whole
Promised a way out, and I sign a contract
A widespread mandate to suppress doubt and push it all inside
My endlessly lost heart and raging mind, just keep it all inside
But the shame and trauma, how could it mean nothing?
It lives inside of me, rebuilds and restarts
All the failures of our fathers can't define us
If all that weight fell on our shoulders, who could blame us?
Our anxieties and fears can't control us
If all their thoughts fall on deaf ears
I erase these memories
And I try to reconstruct myself to fit into this life
You might want to be someone else, but what good would that do if;
What good would that do if;
If all this weight falls on your shoulders?
