Dirt In The Wall
I cant wash these walls clean,
The dirts all caked in,
Theres no breaking it you see,
No way its sunk in,
Apart of the wall now,
A piece of the paint,
I scrub and I scrub,
But I cant get it off,
My hand scratches the dirt,
I bleed, its so rough,
So i just give up,
Its here to stay,
I could always paint over it,
It may take a few coats,
So I paint and I paint,
But still theres a huge lump,
Go away it just wont,
I cant make this go away,
It will always be there,
I hope nobody will notice,
I hope nobody will care,
But if they do notice,
If they can see past the paint,
I will have to tell this story,
About the dirt in the wall.
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