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