Inherited Scars

I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
 I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
 Hurdles are getting knocked down
 I'm running a losing race
 Your 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 too
 From 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 there
 My facial expression said I didn't care
 Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared
 Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
 My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8's
 Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
 Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
 Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone
 But what's with the choice of words?
 I'm a vagabond, who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
 With minimal contact and you know I can't ask you mom, what's happening?
 You'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 him
 I want you to laugh and sing more
 But you dropped anchor in a place
 where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors
 I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
 You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you
 If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
 if 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 smiling
 Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin
 Hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
 Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
 The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
 No matter the length of the needle
 Marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
 Feel the pin prick The grim reep what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
 Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
 So 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 see
 If 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 clothes
 Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
 Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
 I'm most alone when I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
 You might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name in
 Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
 Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet? I bet
 I know the dialect It's nowhere I haven't been before
 With skin that's sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
 Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
 And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
 Proving the pain and hurt is relative
 Pain and hurt is relative...
 Pain and hurt is relative...
 Pain and hurt is relative...
 Fade to black