You know there's a certain word for people like me
It don't make it right or wrong but, yeah, they like to dig in deep
If you get too close I'll get you, if you let me in, I'll stay
But the hardest part is finding out I'm the first to walk away
With your heart, with your heart
Was it just a roll of the dice that she’d met Victor that night at the casino? His welcoming demeanor, the charm and ease with which they talked. It was so easy to take his arm and while she knew there was a mask there, she could see that somewhere beneath it there was a sadness whose depths seemed to draw her in.
She’d wrestled with whether he could ever love her. Truly see her. And love her.
After finally committing herself to it though, she’d now found out that the answer was no.
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait
And baby, I'm trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake
And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble
Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
She’d kept her secrets and gone deeper and deeper, knowing full well that the longer this went on, the more hurt it would cause. So, of course when everything came crashing through the doors they’d locked their secrets behind, Victor found himself too hurt to go on. To ever trust her. To love her, if the doubts in his mind had ever let him in the first place.
I can't say I'm sorry for the things that I have done
I get burned when I fly too high, but I'll keep heading for the sun
There's a certain kind of thrill, that comes from telling lies
So I cross my finger behind my back and I'll dress it up real nice
For your heart, for your heart
She’d told the worst lies. The little ones that you can build a mountain out of. The dressings that nobody notices. The ones that are just so real that it can’t help but rip your reality apart when the truth comes out.
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait
And baby, I’m trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake
And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble
Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
Sareena had asked her to be gentle and she’d ruined that promise too. She just couldn’t help but be reckless, taking things into her own hands, and pushing through on her own.
Doing bad, feels so good
Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked
Doing bad, feels so good
Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked
Doing bad, feels so good
Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked
Doing bad, feels so good
Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked
Monumental disaster that it was her mind wanted to sort out the consequences. There were a lot and there were so many many questions that needed answering.
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait
And baby, I'm trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake
And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble
Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
But right now. Her aunt’s voice of calm, her uncle’s lessons of guile, and even her mother’s lessons of schemes were all drowned out by the sound of her heart breaking.
No matter what anyone taught her or how hard she tried, she always wanted too much.