This what you think of me
when you look this way it's what you see
You no longer hear a word I say
'cause this thing has gotten in our way
Yet you continue to smile and nod
while behind my back you're playing God
Judging me like you know my soul
understanding me was never your goal
You listen to what others have said
When they say that I have been to bed
With people you don't even know
and yet you judge me; why is that so?
Why don't you try to get to know me?
-Instead of plainly looking through me.
Look into your mirror now
tell me what is there...
Are you what "they" say you are?
Are they being fair?
Reputation is just a rumor
In this day and age
Something passed from desk to desk
Just some words on a wrinkled page.
