He's a reformed bad boy. Instead of lies on his lips, promises now linger.
He still may be my heart’s worst nightmare, the scars left by his daggers are deep. The wreckage of us is broken and battered, memories of our secret, stolen moments the only thing left to haunt me.
He warned me he was bad at love--bad for me--bad for us.
He's a reformed bad boy. Instead of lies on his lips, promises now linger.
He still may be my heart’s worst nightmare, the scars left by his daggers are deep. The wreckage of us is broken and battered, memories of our secret, stolen moments the only thing left to haunt me.
He warned me he was bad at love--bad for me--bad for us.