Last Bruise
It was almost gone. My last bruise from you. It was on it's way out of my point of view.
Push away the pain. Pressure swells. You can go ahead over and punish someone else.
Here I come. Here I come.
It was almost gone. My last bruise from you. It was on it's way out of my point of view.
Push away the pain. Pressure swells. You can go ahead over and punish someone else.
Here I come. Here I come.