The tatoo on my body ~ tells the story of my life ~ It tells of things that still are hurting ~ are therefore tatoot like a knife ~ All those paintings that you're seeing ~ are just to cover all those scars ~ because the mask that I do wear ~ It’s shown there only as my farce ~ That’s why I live here in silence ~ and think of beauty all around ~ Smile so tender, when you see me ~ but hide the pain and close my mouth ~ And whenever you might ask me ~ about the things that are shown on here ~ I tell the story of my lifetime ~ At least.. if you.. do realy care ~ Copyright Aqua1955