shivalihp

It's the rumors...

They're what get to me

Why do they have to start?

Why are they about me?

What did I do?

It's never ending...

The rumors...

They're so cruel...

People wonder why I'm quiet.

I wonder why they're loud.

They think I have nothing to say...

But trust me, I have a LOT to say... 

But they never listen.

All they talk about is lies.

Blood is never beautiful

Yet we were made to bleed

Hearts were meant for breaking

Eyes were made for crying

Hands were made for hurting

We were meant to break

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone?