Rumors are rumors,
vicious and mean, but the rumor is you have been talkin bout me.
its not very nice,
to put someone down,
to trash me the second that i turn around.
its not okay,
to say it then laugh,
because if you mean it,
you mean it, that's that.
does it make you feel good,
feel high above all,
does it make you feel great,
to laugh as i fall?
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