Before you took off you left something behind: a dot on the floor is a sore to my mind.

I bought special treatments applied all in vain; whatever you do marks like this will remain.

So scrubbing the blur with a soap stone all day, it started to slur but refused to give way.

I screamed at the speck to piss off full of rage; now don’t you imagine this spot left the stage.

I hold you in scorn for all times so I swear, and use clear cold water to drown my worst fear...