gentle hands on my skin
these bruises you touch, you did this
smooth and slow like I want
minutes ago you kicked me down
tender, soft
evil, rough
why do you make me feel so good
why do you make me feel worse than I should
gentle hands on my skin
these bruises you touch, you did this
smooth and slow like I want
minutes ago you kicked me down
tender, soft
evil, rough
why do you make me feel so good
why do you make me feel worse than I should