You say its art,
The ink that covers your body.
Others believe you have no heart
As they look at you oddly.
You say it’s a statement.
The way you dress.
Others give you no endearment
As they assume you’re a mess.
You say it's not bad.
The cross around your neck.
Others think it's just a fad.
As they ask for a rain check.
The ink that covers your body.
Others believe you have no heart
As they look at you oddly.
You say it’s a statement.
The way you dress.
Others give you no endearment
As they assume you’re a mess.
You say it's not bad.
The cross around your neck.
Others think it's just a fad.
As they ask for a rain check.
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