I’m Not My Father’s Son

When I was just a kid
 everything I did, was to be like him
 under my skin
 My father always thought,
 if I was strong and fought
 not like some albatross, I'd begin
 to fit in
 Look at me powerless and holding my breath
 trying hard to repress what scared him to death
 It was never easy to be his type of man
 to breathe freely was not in his plan
 and the best part of me
 is what he wouldn't see
 I'm not my fathers son
 I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
 With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job,
 still couldn't be the one
 to echo what he'd done
 and mirror what was not in me
 So I jumped in my dreams and found an escape
 maybe I went to extremes of leather and lace,
 but the world seems brighter six inches off the ground
 and the air seemed lighter
 I was profound and I felt so proud
 just to live out loud
 I'm not my fathers son
 I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
 With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job,
 still couldn't be the one
 to echo what he'd done
 and mirror what was not in me
 The endless story of expectations swirling inside my mind
 wore me down
 I came to a realization and I finally turned around
 to see
 that I could just be me
 (Charlie)
 I'm not my fathers son
 I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
 (Lola)
 With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job,
 (Charlie/Lola)
 still couldn't be the one
 to echo what he'd done
 and mirror what was not in me
 (Lola)
 We're the same, Charlie boy,
 you and me.