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It's like ****** each word said Injected into my ear Your lips are the needle. I get chills, I know it's wrong So wrong. I try to avoid it by plugging my ears The urge is too strong to listen, listen, listen The "Did you hear about"s and The "I can't believe they"s Have me crawling back for more I'm hooked on those juicy lies It's like a cigarette. I breath in the information Luckily, it doesn't blacken my lungs. My soul, however cannot say the same. I release the built up smoke So everyone else can share in my knowledge Some unwilling, Others take a deep breath in, Blackening their soul with Second-hand gossip It's like a joint A community drug You can't keep it all to yourself Let's pass it around the circle, And make sure everyone gets a nice long drag It makes serious matters casual. You regret. It's alcohol I don't know what I'm saying And my mind blurs with fuzzy lines Between right and wrong. I pick up my keys and Drive my self righteous car. I didn't see the stop sign. I didn't see the warnings. Now I've affected more than myself As I stop too late. I hurt a life, Multiple lives. Another victim taken. Another life ruined. Another gossip overdose.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Gossip Addict
It's like ****** each word said Injected into my ear Your lips are the needle. I get chills, I know it's wrong So wrong. I try to avoid it by plugging my ears The urge is too strong to listen, listen, listen The "Did you hear about"s and The "I can't believe they"s Have me crawling back for more I'm hooked on those juicy lies It's like a cigarette. I breath in the information Luckily, it doesn't blacken my lungs. My soul, however cannot say the same. I release the built up smoke So everyone else can share in my knowledge Some unwilling, Others take a deep breath in, Blackening their soul with Second-hand gossip It's like a joint A community drug You can't keep it all to yourself Let's pass it around the circle, And make sure everyone gets a nice long drag It makes serious matters casual. You regret. It's alcohol I don't know what I'm saying And my mind blurs with fuzzy lines Between right and wrong. I pick up my keys and Drive my self righteous car. I didn't see the stop sign. I didn't see the warnings. Now I've affected more than myself As I stop too late. I hurt a life, Multiple lives. Another victim taken. Another life ruined. Another gossip overdose.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
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