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.