Listen... 
They talk 
Leave... 
They'll Stalk 
Runaway 
They follow 
A new day, 
bad tomorrow 
Rumors, bad luck 
people talk, don't give a fuck 
What you do or what you say 
Don't care, they have thier way 
Crying with tears 
They all see my fear 
Funny how they betray 
My trust that day 
These creatures call 'Friends' 
To be there to an end 
To have someone you can talk to 
But just to have them fall through 
To live on now with wonder 
If i can see through thunder 
To see if life is a doomer 
Because all around It's just a rumor...