Deluca

A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I’ll never change your style
Severed and untied
I failed to hold your hand
Self and unwise
I’ll never make you smile
It’s like a train with no trail
A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I’ll never change your style
Severed and untied
I failed to hold your hand
I was selfish and unwise
I’ll never make you smile
A train runs with the trail