Inherited Scars

[Verse One]I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mum's the word stillI'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertileHurdles are getting knocked downI'm running a losing raceYour legs aren't the only ones marked up - how many dreams have you chased?If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try tooFrom haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it thereMy facial expression said I didn't careHate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skatesMy feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8'sRipping my cape on the ground that it dragged onTripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad songListen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,But what's with the choice of words?Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?I'm a vagabond, who moved to modern day Babylon and then back againWith minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happeningYou've got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for himI want you to laugh and sing more,But you dropped anchor in a placewhere dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoorsI'm asking for you to stick it out and see things throughYou're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you[Chorus]If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right nowif I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?Is it my place to put a smile on your face?Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?I'd add them to my collection while smilingNext time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin[Verse Two]Hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speakTongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleepThe strength of evil begins to keep your grins weakNo matter the length of the needlemarking up one's body is so much more than skin deepFeel the pin prick The grim reap what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fineYour threshhold for pain is greater than mineSo I'm waiting in the lines that you give me patiently,While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait inin ways that they can't seeIf there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,say it to me But don't do it with a knife under your clothesBecause the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shownPlus the language its written in hits especially close to homeI'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of painYou might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name inChanging your uniform and altering your mind setHas your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I betI know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been beforeWith skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner warAre decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritanceAnd it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidenceproving the pain and hurt is relativeAll this pain and hurt is relative...(repeat chorus)