I knew from the moment your sinful lips brushed my forehead,
You were trouble.
From the moment you said, "Let's go somewhere."
You were trouble.
When you kissed me, and I drifted away into the clouds and forgot what it felt like to stand.
You were trouble.
From  the moment you got what you wanted, and left me standing with my hand out, fingers apart.
You were trouble.
From the moment you wanted her instead of me.
You were trouble.
And you would always just be,
Trouble.