Tell Me About The Stain On Your Jeans

Tell me about the stain on your jeans,

Is it dirt, or something more obscene?

Why do your eyes light up so green,

When I ask about where you have been?

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Tell me about what your family knows,

Do they see the truth behind the shows?

What's the reason for your endless lies,

And why does my heart pay such a price?

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Tell me about the pain you've caused,

And why you chose to be so flawed.

Are you capable of love and healing,

Or is the damage forever unyielding?

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Tell me about the way to mend,

The trust that you have let descend.

For though the hurt may never disappear,

Perhaps forgiveness can bring us near.

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Tell me about the white lies you've told,

The ones that you thought I wouldn't behold.

Why did you choose to hide the truth,

When honesty could have saved our youth?

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Tell me about your mother's name,

And why you're hesitant to take the blame.

Does her history repeat in you,

Is that why the trust between us grew?

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Tell me about your father's work,

The lessons that he taught and what you took.

Do you follow in his footsteps now,

Or forge your own path with a solemn vow?

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Tell me about your sisters dear,

The ones you hold so near and near.

Do they know of the pain you cause,

Or are they blind to your hidden flaws?

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Tell me about your friends in bed,

The ones who shared your lover's spread.

Were they part of the game you played,

Or were they just another heart betrayed?

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Tell me about your grandparents wise,

And the lessons they taught under sunny skies.

Do you follow in their footsteps true,

Or stray from the path they paved for you?

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Tell me about what you did today,

The steps you took, the games you played.

Was there a chance to make things right,

Or did you choose to stay and fight?

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Tell me about the country you hate,

And why you choose to participate.

Is there a chance for peace and love,

Or will you hold onto hate, like a glove?

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Tell me about that thing you said,

The words that played inside my head.

Did you mean them in truth and light,

Or were they just spoken in a fit of spite?

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Tell me about what you want,

The dreams that haunt and sometimes daunt.

Do they align with what we share,

Or do they push us further from our care?

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Tell me about the fatigue you feel,

The weariness that won't quite heal.

Is it from the secrets that you keep,

Or from the burdens that are too steep?

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Tell me about the depression deep,

The darkness that you sometimes keep.

Can we find a way to ease the pain,

Or will it always be a loss to gain?

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Tell me about the discrimination you face,

The injustices that have no place.

Can we fight together for what's right,

Or will we succumb to fear and spite?

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Tell me about the injustice done,

The battles fought, but never won.

Can we find the strength to stand,

Or will we fall to apathy's bland?

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Tell me about the sickness you bear,

The pain that feels too much to bear.

Can we find a way to soothe your soul,

Or will the hurt take its ultimate toll?

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Tell me about your ideas grand,

The ones that shape and guide your hand.

Can we find a way to bring them to life,

Or will they remain forever in strife?

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Tell me about your indiscretions,

The mistakes made without discretion.

Can we find a way to mend the trust,

Or will it forever be a trail of dust?

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Tell me about the pain you feel,

The wounds that never seem to heal.

Can we find a way to ease the hurt,

Or will it always be a thorn to assert?

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Tell me about yourself, my love,

The person I can't get enough of.

Can we find a way to make things right,

Or will we always fight against the night?