I can’t get it off
No matter how hard I scrub
No matter how long I scrub
I can’t get it off
The bruises don’t matter
I can’t get it off
I can’t stop scrubbing
I can’t get the tears to stop
How could I?
I can still see their faces
I wish they all burn
Burn in hell
For what they did to me
For what they did in my home
They will burn
Burn and burn
Burn and their ashes burn
They were thieves
Why didn’t they just steal
I can’t get it off
I can’t get the smell off
I can’t get the memory off
They wanted to see it
They didn’t want to take anything
They just wanted to see
To see for themselves what they always hear by our window
They wanted to confirm
To confirm if I was getting it good
My scream always made them wonder
They came to see
Oh baby
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
I just had to think of you
That was the only way I could get through it
I had to think it was you
I had to think of your hands
Of your body on me
Of your smell
Of our scent….our scent together
That was the only way
I’m so sorry
I made their trip worth it
Written by: ADEBANKE FALADE