People talk
About things they don't know
A thing about.
People whisper.
About you and me.
Why can't they see?
You are meant for me.
We're still holding on.
Though they want us to go wrong.
They say I'm not worth your time.
And I'm filling your head with lies.
They say I'm a worthless whore.
But how could that be?
The only hand to have touch me.
Was yours.
I'm still innocent.
And I'm still pure.
Baby,
Don't let them make you insecure.
Bitches'll keep talkin' shit
But we're not ganna listen to it.
Let them whisper.
Because secrets don't make friends.
And you're all I need in the end.
Author notes
Tired of people trying to break our bond.
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