Are we forever destined to be another carbon copy? Forever tainted by the faults of our father’s father’s father. Can you believe that they were young once? Can you see it in their eyes? The cold husk of the spark that died the moment you sparked to life.
But I don’t want to just survive another branch on the family tree. Survive another try at a prodigy. Survive another try at the life you didn’t lead. Survive just to be another trauma queen.
Maybe it’s the demons in our blood or the monsters in our heads. Or maybe there’s something in the drugs that keeps us crawling back. Beaten and bloodied and begging for more. Knocking on death’s front door. How are we ever gonna find our way back from the brink we started on?
But I don’t want to just survive another branch on the family tree. Survive another try at a prodigy. Survive another try at the life you didn’t lead. Survive just to be another trauma queen.
You’re just another dead dream. Just another mouth to feed. Just another try at a prodigy. Another shot at the life you didn’t lead. Just another bad seed. Just another notch on the family tree. Just another branch in your tragic legacy. The first heir to the trauma queen.
But I don’t want to just survive another branch on the family tree. Survive another try at a prodigy. Survive another try at the life you didn’t lead. Survive just to be another trauma queen.
