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