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Blueprint
I was told to stand straight So I bent backwards To reach higher So I forgot where the ground was To make you proud So I carved myself into something you’d clap for And called the bleeding ambition.
You said expectations are love in disguise, But I’ve seen love And it doesn’t keep score.
I learned that potential is a leash Made of compliments; That “you can do anything” Really means “As long as it’s what we wanted you to do.”
And every time I almost break free You say “I knew you could do it” And I hate you for being right, Because the truth is Even the way I fight you Is something you taught me to do. So tell me - Where do your hands end And mine begin? Maybe there’s No difference Anymore - Maybe I never was Mine At all.
I was told to stand up straight So I leaned backwards To reach higher So I lost track of where the ground was To make you proud So I shaped myself into something you’d applaud And called the pain ambition.
You said expectations are hidden love, But I’ve seen love And it doesn’t keep track.
I learned that potential is a restraint Made of compliments; That “you can do anything” Actually means “As long as it’s what we wanted you to do.”
And every time I almost escape You say “I knew you could do it” And I resent you for being right, Because the truth is Even the way I resist you Is something you taught me. So tell me - Where do your hands stop And mine start? Maybe there’s No difference Anymore - Maybe I never was My own At all.