Talking
I told you because you asked,
And I asked you not to tell anyone.
It dosen't matter what I told you,
Wheather I'm sick or not,
The problem is
You went and told God and everyone
When I asked you not to.
You betrayed my trust.
You can't keep your mouth shut
When you hear a jucy bit.
It ain't anyone's business
What's going on with me.
If I wanted them to know,
I would tell them.
You just don't know when to stop talking.
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