Aspirations (...Reprise)

Made of false pride and blood I do not wish to have in my veins But the aspirations that I hold onto will never change Made of false pride and blood, made of false pride and blood From a coward grandfather who lied to his family To a grandmother with memories that she could not bury To a family that will not accept common, we are stuck at the bottom To a father looking for happiness in a bottle, To a mother with insecurities that always follow I am the product of dysfunction and unhappiness Manifested This will not break my spirit or what I feel, I’ve just accepted reality and what is real And I push on through this, past negativity and years of strife I am separate from that of my mother and father And if you can hear me I wish I could have helped you my brother I have learned that our father's mistakes will never be repeated Made of false pride and blood I do not wish to have in my veins But the aspirations I hold onto will never change Made of false pride and blood, made of false pride and blood We are in control of our broken souls Broken souls