I’m very bad for you and that’s why you can’t stay away. It feel so good to be bad. I do dangerous things to your mind, and irreversible things to your body. I’m leading you into a risky place that you’re not strong enough to leave. You’ve developed a habit. Dare we call it an addiction? You’ve become dependent on me. You think about me at the most inappropriate times. I haunt you in your dreams. I make you question the things in your life that were supposedly meant to be. Like vows. Like promises. To that other woman. They all seem less real the deeper you go with me. So is it worth it? Is it worth risking it all?