Stains

Stained my clothes
Stained my sheets
Stained my vision

I use to look at the world framed in roses
I use to believe delicacy still existed

But what do you care , you probably forgot my name already.

I pass your house with an unwanted hope
Hoping just to see your merciless face.
No mercy, you came in and took what you wanted

And now i'm here still cleaning permanent stains.