I thought I had escaped
from chains of lies made by gossiping tongues
I was having fun, till I saw in your eye
what you were going to say later on about me
I swear it isn't true
but people hear what they want to
At least I won't be there
to be met with awkward stares
Where they once held open arms, will there be only polite hellos?
Or perhaps a wounding whisper, meant for me
slicing deep,
wounding whispers meant for me.

I thought I was finally free
from a cage of rumors, vicious webs of hate
spitting words that hiss and sting
maybe it's just jealousy
but that's just cold comforts for me
No comeback line, no one on my side, it seems
I used to say I didn't care what they said about me,
so long as they left my friends alone
I remember how mad I used to be
and to think it was a year ago
guess no one forgot, like I'd hoped
and now those wounding whispers are only for me,
wounding whispers meant for me.

I think I'd rather be punched
than slowly, slowly, slowly broken
piece by piece,
and cut so deep
by wounding whispers meant for me.