Dear small lines of dirt that won’t go into the dustpan
I’ve been trying to make you guys leave,
But I can’t.
Maybe if I wash you guys off?
I have learned not to waste water on gardens that never bloom
Please kindly wash off by yourselves.

I tried everything
But I can’t seem to let you guys go
In this game we’re playing you’ve become pros
Every time I try to do something
You find a way of making me do nothing
Please kindly wash off by yourselves

See, I wish I could tell you guys face to face
But I’m afraid of what might happen
I already hate the decision I made,
Of bringing you guys into my life
It almost feels like I’m done paying for my sins,
Then the dirt lines that just won’t go into the dustpan appear
Please kindly wash off by yourselves

It’s more like knowing what’s wrong
But not having to act on it because it will take too long
So you just listen to a song
Hoping you could relate to it
These dirt lines won’t go into the dustpan!
Please kindly wash off by yourselves!

Now I’m begging you.
I’m really tired of you guys.
You’ve made my life so complicated
I haven’t had the guts to face you
I’m just hoping you guys will grow on me
Or you’ll see,
That you’re making me feel hopeless
I know I’m selfless,
But all I want is you guys out of my life!
Please kindly wash off by yourselves!

The broom won’t seem to work
The wind won’t blow you guys off
But I keep praying that God
Will make you guys realise you’re no good.
I feel weighed down
You guys are just heavy!
I don’t have any solutions now
Please kindly wash off by yourselves!