Rumors are lies and they're never true,
If one rumor dies, they'll start something new.
They lie through their teeth and laugh at your tears,
They whisper like little devils in everyone's ears.
Everything they say makes someone miserable,
No one comes to help, they're all inconsiderable.
They go with the flow, and ruin your day,
And nothing seems to take the pain away.
They lie, and lie, and keep it all going,
But it's only their true colors they're showing.
They think of it as a funny un-harmful little game,
When they get in trouble, you're the one to blame.
Getting called a tattle tale, and getting called a bitch,
I kept it on the inside, didn't want to be called a snitch.
Sat there to think time will eventually heal,
But time never did fix, the pain that I feel.
I'll just sit back and listen to what's said,
They know they'll cry when I'm finally dead.
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