talking behind my back stretching the truth, why cant you keep your mouth shut? what do i have to do to get you off my back and keep you away?, when you don’t really listen to a thing that i say
maybe one day you’ll finally see you can talk your shit to anyone but keep your ass away from me.
every moment in my life’s written on a page making every story known like on some fucking stage violent situation starting to bust to never know again just who i can trust.