I write in my pad
The problems of the day
I swear it's just another ray
From the sun above today
People work hard
Man, it not just you
Living with the feelings
Caused by the invisible tattoos
You may call it a scar
Or something cosmetic
Kids today see it like a cry for help, forget it!
I think its in my head
Where you'd like it to be, huh
So you won't see
And judge the man who needs much
Living in my attic with the rats
Leave em up there
There's nothing there they can attract
Just copy the outside, in
So we can see
What've seen
The whole time, my friend
Just writing in my pad
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