I don’t understand you foolish friends of mine
You all say he is a god
A legend
An idol
But I don’t see it
I think you love my brother more than I do
Only because you see his better side

While I see the brother drawn in by Assassin's Creed
You see the kid who danced with strong motion
And sang with a beautiful voice
Something he technically hated

While I see the brother punching holes in the walls
You see the kid who was a child-like goof
And played like life was a game
Something that he only did for show

While I see the brother who barely has time to talk anymore
You see the kid who would chat for hours on end
And give you all the attention in the world
Something he’d never do for me

You all don’t see him anymore
He moved away from you
But you foolish friends of mine
Still look up to him
Thinking he is the god of show choir

But I see him every now and then
If at all
And I think he’s awful
And I don’t look up to him
...not anymore...
Because in all honesty
He’s always shined for you, never for his little sister
Who just wanted to be like him

And now you’re all disappointed,
Because I can’t live up to his show choir god-like persona