I see the stain
but I can't seem to wash it off
how did I get so ugly
I know everyone will see
Old Spice and Pall Malls
but I can't seem to wash it out
Jim Beam sweat mixes
with lemonade tears
stubble and calloused hands
but I can't seem to push them away
I know I should be stronger
this is how paralysis feels
gruff whispers and moans
but I can't seem to block them out
pain stings my eyes
he said it won't always hurt
confusion fogs my mind
but I can't seem to clear it up
I bleed inside and out
they never taught me about this
secrets begging to be revealed
but I can't seem to let them out
stuck in this nightmare
that makes me less than a man
