[Mike Wrecka]

there's a stain left on me, it wont go anywhere,
trying to remove it is useless, all I know is despair,
so I suppress these emotions cause if I showed that I care,
it will expose the sad truth, that I wasn't prepared,
how did I let this happen, everything was fine,
now im wishing I could turn back the hands of time,
just rewind and go back to a happier place,
before I was impacted by these careless mistakes,
wasn't properly prepared, not sure what to do next,
these cloudy skies up ahead got me feeling depressed,
it seems that the best course of action is finding a distraction,
cause being out of your mind is now out of fashion,
yes I did my best but that only makes things worse,
these rough roads ahead must somehow be traversed,
im done, this is over, im about to let go,
remove my belt buckle and raise it in the air really slow,
find a garbage can and check that its steady,
what im about to do is drastic ,im not sure that im ready,
my hands are feeling heavy, they aren't moving very fast,
I cant believe im about to throw my favorite pair of jeans in the trash,
but they cant be cleansed, I got ketchup all over them,
I don't want it to be over, but I fear that this is the end,
one last look and then, that's it they are gone,
how could a relationship so perfect , went so wrong,
there was a stain left on me, it wouldn't go anywhere,
trying to remove it was useless, all I felt was despair,
so I suppressed these emotions cause if I showed that I cared,
it would have exposed the said truth, that I wasn't prepared,
should have ate more carefully, now I miss my jeans,
its true when they say some stains really never wash clean