My hand comes from your face
A tear falls from your eye
You look away ashamed,
*sigh* …why do I try?

You stare at the ground
You look up at me with your eyes full
Biting your lip *I never meant to hurt you*
Yet you hurt me still

*I’m sorry* you cry out
grabbing my shoulder and arm
*I’m the bad girl* cuz I want to be
*It’s my mean-streak* and I do harm

You stare at the ground
You look up at me with eyes that that show
Crying some more you’re not ashamed
Your game turned to love you lost and you know

Now I’m sorry that you cry out
I know how you’re the bad girl
I know why you do harm
I know that you hurt me still