Smudge I sense pounding in my gut The old feeling that says you're losing something right that minute Was it even ever mine? Possible it never was But now surely something is slipping out of my hand And it is killing me The rocks get heavier as I call out for answers Have I done everything right Have I done enough Did I really have to lose what I have just lost If it was worth it was never the point I cared I cared dearly even after I noticed all the haze that came with it now I see it is going away I've erased everything that mattered once and all left there is a smudge A smudge I have choosen to create Now... it's complete
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