Ever since I was young
I've been told that
I have to live up to my
Bloodline, it's my birthright

Perfection, expectations
I can't keep up
Falling behind before
The starting line

It's like I'm expected to
Turn water to wine
Having to move mountains
No, I'm not "fine"

Should I be Christ?
Perfection down to my coffee
The blood running through me
Is in the wrong body

Fuck being perfect,
I want to be free
Little mistakes really don't
Have to be my enemy

Give it up,
Let it go
Sure the blood
May always flow

I'll try
And realize
I'm worth more
Than those invisible ties

Cut the roots
Around my feet
Binding me to my
Family tree

Raise my head,
To the sky
I won't hide from
My bloodline

As i look at my
Family photos, i realize
Just how much the
Expectation's in their eyes

No one has eyes that
Dead at twenty five
Unless you've been forced
Day and day to act fine

The frames' covered in
Twenty years of dust
Even the mailbox
Is covered in rust

Just goes to show time
Can't heal all types of wounds
Why do we lie? the
Family's half in the tomb

Fuck being perfect,
I just want to be free
Little mistakes really don't
Have to be my enemy

Give it up,
Let it go
Sure the blood
May always flow

I'll try
And realize
I'm worth more
Than those invisible ties

Cut the roots
Around my feet
Binding me to my
Family tree

Raise my head,
To the sky
I won't hide from
My bloodline