She's trouble, she's no good. Some call her a whore and others call her a goody-two-shoes. What the hell do they know? They don't know anything about her. They don't know her passion for music, or how she loves to make things with her hands. They don't know how terrifyingly innocent she is and how she chooses to hide it from the world so they don't ask anything of her. They don't bother to know how this girl works. She doesn't believe in love, because no on ever gave her a reason to.