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(Verse 1)

You’re a smudge in my mirror, a ghost I can’t shake,

A name stitched in my skin I didn’t ask to take.

We share the same red current, but it’s cold to the touch,

A river runs between us—guess it’s never enough.

I screamed your praises ‘til my throat went raw,

But every word I swallowed was a fatal flaw.

You built a house of guilt, called it DNA,

I burned it to the ground just to walk away.

(Pre-Chorus)

And I’m choking on the ties that bind,

A legacy of lies you left behind.

(Chorus)

Just ‘cause it’s blood, doesn’t mean it’s mine,

I drew the line, I cut the vine.

You’re a stranger with a familiar face,

Family’s a choice, not a locked-in place.

Oh, I’m bleeding out the past tonight,

Just ‘cause it’s blood doesn’t make it right.

(Verse 2)

You threw your arms around me like a rusted chain,

Whispered “we’re the same” through the pouring rain.

But I’ve been carving out the parts you claim,

Rewriting every echo of your name.

I wore your scars like a hand me down coat,

Too heavy for my shoulders, too tight around my throat.

I didn't ask for this cloud, I'm man enough now

(Pre-Chorus)

And I’m clawing through the ties that bind,

Our history books are just published lies.

(Chorus)

Just ‘cause it’s blood, doesn’t mean it’s mine,

I drew the line, I cut the vine.

You’re a stranger with a familiar face,

Family’s a choice, not a locked-in place.

Oh, I’m bleeding out the past tonight,

Just ‘cause it’s blood doesn’t make it right.

(Bridge/breakdown)

So take your drama, your crown of thorns,

I’m done with the weight of the wars you’ve born.

I’ll build my own table, pick my own kin,

The heart beats louder where the soul begins.

(Where the soul begins!)

(Chorus)

Just ‘cause it’s blood, doesn’t mean it’s mine,

I drew the line, I cut the vine.

You’re a stranger with a familiar face,

Family’s a choice, not a locked-in place.

Oh, I’m bleeding out the past tonight,

Just ‘cause it’s blood doesn’t make it right.

(Outro)

I’m not your echo, I’m not your chain,

I’ll bury the roots and forget your name.

FAMILY'S a story we tell ourselves to sleep, the roots to this tree were never buried that deep.

(Never buried that deep)

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