One would think that leaving is a bad thing
But leaving oft gives a sense of safety
It all started as a bit of a fling
Now I am not feeling quite so bravely
I hear the whispers they are everywhere
I can feel the stares and hostile glares
I just want to live my life without care
But hear I am drowning in my own tears
Trying to piece it all back together
I'm drowning rising in my fears.
 Of my soon to be ruined reputation