I take a bath, Tears rolling down my face. My mistakes, can I scrub them away? The mistakes I made, can they go? A bath I shall take, a bath I shall take. To scrub my mistakes away. Scrubbing So rough that my skin becomes so red, Redder than a bright tomato in spring, Scrub scrub scrub, ouch! I say. I scrubbed Too hard, my arm now stinging as a thick Red line appears, the beads of red now forming. I scrubbed too hard, but this time is wasn’t with A simple wash rag....