As she tries,
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to maintain her innocence,
|
it's her word against theirs,
|
with everything that they've said,
|
they've got her running from,
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the few left that care.
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Rumors consume her,
|
from the edge of her bed,
|
out of the lips of her friends,
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the night before,
|
behind closed doors,
|
her clothes were spread,
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on the bedroom floor.
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She's got some secrets,
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she hoped they'd keep keeping,
|
locked tightly behind closed doors,
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she's got some secrets,
|
she hoped they'd keep keeping,
|
but those secrets aren't hers anymore.
|
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She's the talk of the town now,
|
since words got out that she's been around,
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and that her friends left her for dead and said,
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it's nothing personal,
|
we've got an image to protect.
|
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She wakes up to the resounding sound of silence,
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she lost every friend she thought she could confide in.
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Hormones raging,
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her heartbeats racing,
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he slips her a drink and she slips into bed,
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hormones raging,
|
her heartbeats racing,
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that night she lost sight of what's wrong and what's right.
|
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She dug her own grave as her friends pushed the dirt,
|
she'd never say but that hurt her the worst,
|
to be betrayed was the last thing she thought would come first,
|
come first.
|
|
Hormones raging,
|
her heartbeats racing,
|
he slips her a drink and she slips into bed,
|
hormones raging,
|
her heartbeats racing,
|
that night she lost sight of what's wrong and what's right.
|
|
As she tries,
|
to maintain her innocence,
|
it's her word against theirs,
|
with everything that they've said,
|
they've got her running from,
|
the few left that care.
|
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Confetti
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| Dropout Year |
