These words that travel cannot be kind,
As rumors start to cross the line.
These thoughts are not just mine,
By you we feel confined.
Get a life that is your own
And stop trying to be our clone.
Though we bitch and moan,
You think we�re hailing you on a throne.
Get this through your big fat head
That every moment with you we dread.
If you cannot see what lies ahead,
Listen to the rumors we spread.
There�s truth in all we�ve said,
That most wish that you�ll drop dead.
If you feel misled
Just find your own way
And we�ll forget about yesterday.
