Past is like a tattoo

[VERSE 1]

Wires flung past skin since being a youth

whoever gives a damn won't sing out the truth

the heart that you look up to always drinking

brain invaded by chemicals from drinks, bad thinking

bruises and scars stuck to the flesh by someone you love

just was a newborn, wrapped in fabric, white like a dove

the calendar flips pages, feeling less souls loving me

the fire sparking hell, evil that humans can see

never seen important when eyes spill tears

wanting to depart these hidden fears

voices hitting my ears, wanting to be in my body

not seeing my darkness, sharing past with nobody

my blood still flowing for no reason

no help given, earth forever a cold season

family resting six feet under dirt, witnessed one by one

grim reaper smiling once his job is done

a gang killing someone close for fun

forever nailed in my mind, never forgotten

until my corpse rests and gets rotten

every night, mother is crying

father being a dick, and she's trying

my mother being the best person, never lying.

 

[HOOK]

Past is a tattoo, difficult to get rid of. (3x)

 

[VERSE 2]

Forced to sell illegals, ice and snow

gang only gave me one choice, or a gun will blow

my blood would be spilled on the street

later the dead me thrown under six feet

every morning heading to my high school

law enforcement treating my race like a fool

Hispanics discriminated, being all called a Pablo

cuffs trapping my arms, slammed down to the patio

feeling like starting some of this heavy bloodletting

throughout my life, thinking a soon death I'll be getting

never cared for, ex's never went for personality

only for advantages, some inhumane insanity

brother, sister, father treating me like a unwanted guest

willing to spill blood for family, still not seen as trying my best

alcohol easily destroying a family, half of them dying from it

no tears poured out for my sake, not even a bit

forever desiring to fall in love, wanting a family

no one giving a damn, my mind is too silly

once having someone I loved, later stolen from my heart

started off as a friend, but he ripped me from her apart

still pouring love, wanting to be with her

but I'll be left and seen as a lonely sir.

 

[HOOK]

Past is like a tattoo, difficult to get rid of. (3x)

 

[VERSE 3]

Depression being my biggest opponent

never will evade, only when my life is turned

living with hands forced to do, the opposition of my will

anxiety forever trapped in my soul, something I want to kill

since a kid, seeing blades going through others

done by lunatics all hiding faces under covers

pair of shoes thrown up on my road's cable lines

trying to survive hell on Earth, whatever it defines

having more friends than fingers at the end of my limbs

not knowing which one is true, talking of important things

dying of old age I accept, but not wanting to die alone

always wanted to have a ring on my finger's bone

everyday, pointing the chamber to my head

wondering who'd care if I would be found dead

most mouths lying about what they said

failing to know what life my soul lead.

 

[HOOK]

Past is like a tattoo, difficult to get rid of. (3x)