You talk about them
Right in their face.
Or to their friends,
Behind their back.
You're two-faced,
You don't care,
You'll loose all your friends,
You should be scared.
Mad you are,
At everyone,
When we talk.
Look at you!
You never stop!
You're on my last nerve,
There's no more left.
You've used them all,
Now it's time to tell you,
What you really are.
A back stabber,
A two-face,
A frienemy,
All because you
Can't help but to
Gossip.
