No Bragging Rights Cycles
This cycle… must never repeat;
This must end with me.
How could we know any different if this is all we’ve
known?
…This cycle must end with me.
I am the product of a broken man,
The embodiment of empty dreams,
A reminder of what you’ll never be.
I am revenge… I am empty like your bottles.
Am I just like my father?
Well, I refuse… I refuse to be a monster.
I know I have the same weakness inside of me,
I also have the strength to control my own destiny.
This must end with me.
How could we know any different if this is all we’ve
known?
This cycle must end with me.
How could we know any different if this is all we’ve
known?
This cycle must end.
I choose to be… I choose to be… nothing like you.
You couldn’t hold my hand because your hand held a
bottle.
How am I supposed to be normal?
How am I supposed to anything but angry at the world?
Misguided hate that I knew all too well;
I had to learn to be a man on my own,
To not make your mistakes or share the pain I’ve known.
How could we know any different if this is all we’ve
known?
This cycle must end with me.
How could we know any different if this is all we’ve
known?
This cycle must end.
