Plain to see in the tracks of your tears,
Old emotions fill & flow, angry, through your veins,
But it won't scrub out like those red wine and coffee stains,
Though you fight it, you scream and you shout,
You rub & you rinse but it won't wash out,
You think it's bad now? You won't like it one bit,
Cause you won't feel better 'til you clean up your sh*t,
It'll hurt like hell, You may go insane,
But nothings forever not even a red wine & coffee stain
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