If there is one thing in this world I hate its rumors.
They are like suffering from a tumor.
A tumor to the soul that is to say
They haunt you all night and all day
Rumors feel like a stab to the heart
They hit you like a cold, cold dart
They eat away at your beautiful soul
Until there is nothing left for show
And so my friends
Stop the lies before the pain sets in
Because once you knee deep
You\'re too far in
