I am that nameless one, the one girl everyone seems to have an opinion on
Oh look, there's that one ! that slim one, I heard she was this , heard she was that
You hardly even know me to even talk. what do I do ?
Confront the rumors , or swallow my pride.
All I hear are the whispers in the halls , and the giggles in the back.
Because I'm just that girl, the one that cannot be named, that bitch , that weird girl, and the one you all want to shame
I'm not the ploy in you all's little games
but there is so much I hear about me, that I didn't even know.
You'd rather talk amongst the crowd , than form your own verdict
but when will enough be enough
and the funny thing is , they don't even know my name.