Stop
I’m sick of these rumors.
I’m sick of these lies.
I’m sick of all these tall—tales.
You sit and think it’s cool.
You get counted for it.
You lose your friends from it.
“She said he said,” that’s an old tale.
She didn’t meanit, when will you forgive.
She cries from all the hatred, while you laugh.
They see it all, but don’t say anything.
They hear it all, but don’t stand—up for the truth.
They even help spread the rumors, without any care.
When will you stand—up for the truh?
Whenn will you care?
When will this stop?
(2013)
