It doesn't seem she can hear the whispers,
that are being whispered about her.
So full of the truth she'd be surprised,
for she wouldn't wouldn't think anyone knew.
She sits there flirting with him,
thinking no one knows the truth.
Wondering why no ones talking to her,
thinking it's all because of us and not her.
She wont stop b**chin at me,
it seems she's turned away from me.
This life she use to live is crumpling,
for no one wants to be in it anymore.
We're tired of her trying to control us,
we want to make our own decisions.
Her b**chin is really straiting to bug me,
for it is mostly pointed at me.
So many times I've cried because of her,
taking the blade to my wrists because of her.
Sick and tired of the pain she causes,
sick of being kicked when I'm down.
This friendship she wants is fading,
for she is to controlive of everything.
It seems she will never figure out,
that her fiends are slowly leaving her.
