You
Is it you?
The one that talks to me the way you do
No?
So is it you?
I don’t know how to feel towards you
Those repulsive, stomach turning, vomitous
Words
No one can stop whispering those words
Everyone knows now
I might as well be a leaf
Flowing crinkling crunching in
Winter air
Please don’t blame me
I thought we were friends
Maybe I’m just friends with you
Are you even friends with me
But now I don’t talk to you
So stop trying to talk to me
Obsessed
You just won’t stop will you?
Yeah I thought so
You ruin peoples lives with your
Words
The words that no one wants to hear
But forced to
By you
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