Stain

Spied you from, the edges of my day

Crawled beside you, through the smokey haze

Cause I was thrown out from the short and haunted escapades

And I was bored and I was torn with counting each charade

People come outside and see me sitting in the snow

People come outside and see me losing my control

Took my hand and washed it of its stain

Touched the edge of blurry self constraint

Cause I was cold and I was told that I was a mistake

And I was sure that nature could take back her false create