I never really understood why people said you were bad news. Maybe it because when you were around me you were my heaven and I refused to see the bad, though I knew it was always there. Despite the never ending arguments, I always came back to you, almost like a rubber band. Through the constant stretch, you were my home. Good girls should never date bad boys. They'll break your heart and they'll break you. But I was stubborn, I believed that you could change. Change for me. But I was wrong.