The Dirt You Can't Wash Away

Father I beg can you help cuz it seems I can't help myself

I still feel the pain from these scars,

I wish karma wouldn't hit so hard

A hurricane came through the door and left confusion by my side

And the words that made me think left a bad taste in my mouth

I'm listening but can't hear a sound

Except the sound of you in my mind

Guilt has decided to stay; I'm the dirt I can't wash away

I was forgiven for my faults then cleaned the wounds by adding salt

And this time I'm not so sure cuz we've been down this road before

With closed eyes I see them clear; all the memories that we've shared

That I lost along with my pride but I hope you know that I tried

Now with foggy eyes I stare at the bottom of a glass

Filled me up with numbness to get a different point of view