Being the bad guy by Camille Adnot

No matter what I do, I’m the bad guy.
The villain, the tempress, the thief.
The one who’ll steal your boyfriend, or your girlfriend,
just being there, just talking.
Apparently, I’m… too sexy.
Too beautiful. Too clever. Too passionate.
Apparently I’m bad! Without trying to be.
A real threat to be around.

DANGER… DANGER…

I am sick of being the bad guy.
Of you blaming the flirt on me,
when it takes two – when it takes YOU.
Of friendships collapsing because it’s not a good idea to be friends.

I won’t let you make me
the temptation in your life story.
So watch me walk away

… or come, if you dare face me.

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