Reed Dietiker - Flat

Rock my style just like Ratt
Like the bottom of my chucks there flat
In this world like a dropp of affection
But I get treated like my name's rejection

Im not the same as you
Im a ghost and all I say is 'boo'
You see right through me
Clear as air and cold as snow

Time has come and now I go
Gone invisible, whaere am I at?
Just like my heartbeat its flat

Reed Dietiker

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