Rumors
Twisteds rumors, ridiculous words....
all this downtalk, occasionally hurts....
a conversation exaggerated by the power to expand...
once you hit the swamp, your feet start dissapearing in the sand...
honest falsification...
misunderstood conversation...
If everyone listened to what they heard about the
youth....
you would never get to know someone, b/cause they could never reveal their
truth...
I've lost so many people that i thought i'd never see go...
It ached a little, but but its just entertainment in my show...
stick to yourself, you accomplish so much more on your own....
then in the future, scope out souls tampered by rumors, betcha they're alone...
Copyright © Tatum Frank | Year Posted 2007
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