All your friends say, run away he’s gonna break your heart again…. And your mama said he’s too dangerous…. And she’s right But it’s always those fucking dangerous ones, that you like And you only said you “hate” him cuz you “love” him didn’t he know? Don’t it make sense? He looks hurt as you uttered those words (I hate you) You didn’t mean it, but you’re scared, scared of what people would think, of what he could do…..