the silence it turns into shame berating our conscience until we blame ourselves
I see your eyes feasting on me And I pull down my skirt I fold my hands over my chest
I am not safe
the silence it turns into shame berating our conscience until we blame ourselves
I see your eyes feasting on me And I pull down my skirt I fold my hands over my chest
I am not safe
the silence it turns into shame berating our conscience until we blame ourselves
I see your eyes feasting on me And I pull down my skirt I fold my hands over my chest
I am not safe