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Rumors


I sit in my corner Filling with dread I've heard all their voices They keep filling my head The rumors go around Spreading so fast I can't keep up with who said what Or how it began It's all my fault of course No wonder I'm destined for Hell Everything that goes wrong Seems to be traced back to me I guess that's how the rumors started With me and only me I keep thinking "It will blow over" But each day I endure more and more People keep asking Are the rumors true? I try to ignore them But that just adds to the ruse I want to scream at them That all the rumors are lies But that would be lying Because all the rumors are true.
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