Before, someone told me you were bad news
But I still headed on...
I don't know if I'm in too deep.

Sometimes, I miss the way you tell me
That you miss me...
But along with those thoughts
Comes the doubts and questions
Of whether you're just playin.

Now, Everyone tells me you are bad news
But why do you still pop in my mind?
After all that trouble and hurt,
Can the smiles and sweetness
Compensate for the pain
And make it numb?

Why do you pop out still in my mind?
Why?

"You are bad news..."

I have to keep telling myself that...
And hopefully someday believe it
So that I can pop this bubble
And move on...