Here’s a young kid fifteen years old
Wearing his family tree on his sleeve
Impressionable but not quite enough
He’s looks an awful lot like me
Reading between all the red lines
He’ll look you in the eye as you tell him how to see
I try to help him bear the weight of the branches and stay alive
But I admit it’s not the life you’re familiar with
Cause I know the weight he carries
Everyday til it buries me
My living breath is a breath of spite
Oh no it’s not the same
Not the way
I can feel the ache you’re longing - for me to break and prove you right
Everyday I feel the weight
Feel the strain
Every eye is on me - waiting for me to break and prove you right
I’m smiling, forced to be spitefully alive
I know you all mean well
Teaching me how to read, how to breathe
But your “words of life” are coming out of both sides of your mouth
I know you’re not trying to be mean
You’re just trying to keep control
Keep me from poking holes, but all the while you’re
Piling up crosses to carry
Everyday til they bury me
My living breath is a spiteful feat
If I live, I live in spite
I live beneath the noses of the men who’s wine I’ve tried, and choked on
If I die, or even if I just die inside
They live with the smugness of men who predicted the tides, congratulations
Am I cynical or am I a savior, am I your enemy or am I your neighbor
My death may be assured, but for now don’t get me wrong
I’m alive, I’m not a lie
I’m alive, I’m not a lie
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