Black and Blue
It was a different kind of love
To say the very least
We kept our secrets in a glove
The Devil's kind of feast
Long sleeves in the heat of July
I became a makeup artist
No one questioned why
I guess I was the smartest
A toothache from his sweetness
When he began feeling guilt
His love was my weakness
I couldn't bear to watch it wilt
Before long I would chew on my leash
I needed consequences
I once tried calling the police
So he barb wired my fences
Despite my efforts to stay out of trouble
I maintained a black and blue
One day I went and popped his bubble
It was the last thing I would do
I wasn't afraid of dying
I was going to a better place
Nope, that's not why I was crying
Who would do my face???
As crazy as it sounds
I didn't want anyone to know
I know he was out of bounds
But my job was to put on a show
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