Post by Pandie on Jul 15, 2010 19:17:45 GMT -5
I'm sick of the questions
And the dirty looks
From people who think
They play by the books.
They whisper their secrets
Behind our back
And they fault us on feelings
They seem to lack.
Whats it their business
On how we feel
They say what we do
Is such a big deal.
Secrets are meant
To be kept between friends
Its no help when ears
Are around every bend.
Who gave them permission
To butt on right in
Don't they know meddling
Is considered a sin.
I'm sick of listening
To all of their lies
They shine up our lows
And beat down our highs.
What does it matter
If we hang out as friends
They think our innocence
Are all just pretends.
They never believe me
When nothing goes on
I hoped they'd realize
Our chance is long gone.
They continue to judge us
as if it's their call
We're none of their business
And I'm sick of it all...
And the dirty looks
From people who think
They play by the books.
They whisper their secrets
Behind our back
And they fault us on feelings
They seem to lack.
Whats it their business
On how we feel
They say what we do
Is such a big deal.
Secrets are meant
To be kept between friends
Its no help when ears
Are around every bend.
Who gave them permission
To butt on right in
Don't they know meddling
Is considered a sin.
I'm sick of listening
To all of their lies
They shine up our lows
And beat down our highs.
What does it matter
If we hang out as friends
They think our innocence
Are all just pretends.
They never believe me
When nothing goes on
I hoped they'd realize
Our chance is long gone.
They continue to judge us
as if it's their call
We're none of their business
And I'm sick of it all...
