Look into my eyes.. You can tell I have been bad, can't you?.... Leashed to you, blurred words written along my chest. Stare at me, say whatever you need to, I can take it. I know I have been bad and I probably deserve whatever it is you have coming at me. Taking black lipstick and applying it in a big mess then slowly smudging it in a humiliating mess. By the end, you can see the difference in my attitude. You know your words have hit me.