TW: references assault

Sometimes I still think about it
How you were touching me
Hands, roaming
Hands, held behind me
Hands, that I once trusted

Sometimes I wonder
Down in my subconscious
Do you regret it?
Do you think of it?
Do you remember what really happened?

Sometimes I don't think you do
Young and stupid
You carry on avoiding me
You carry on with the memories
You carry on, without the truth

I carry on, knowing something you don't