Most unwise

Im probably the most unwise

I complain about all those made up lies

When Im actually the one that caused them to arise

Making myself look like the easy type

And when hearing the rumors, I start to gripe

I tell strangers everything about me, including my name

Then complain when Im in fame

And become a part of a dilemma game

Me being a b**** is what they claim

I know thats not what I became

But thats what their thoughts proclaim

Now Im living in a flame

That becomes brighter and hotter each day

Killing me like a guilty prey

I know after all this I should stay away

But that day I constantly delay

I know that its not okay

And I wish I could get away everyday

But Im now addicted to play

My thoughts I cant exactly convey

I really dont know why Im this way

I wish to start to pray

But it feels like the devil is trapping me in

Making me evil within

Causing me to constantly sin

Im now being played by like a violin

Its like to live I have to be with a guy

I know that all they do is lie

But without them I feel dry

I know Im wrong, that I cannot deny

They probably wont even care if I say goodbye

Or if they hear me cry

Since I was easy to buy

I now have no reason to boast

Ive become cheaper than a burnt toast

The only thing left for me to do, is give up my ghost