I know you have spread rumors about me.
I could hear the soft whispers in the halls.
The rumors made me feel like I was in a
Cardboard box trapped and I couldn’t get out.
Eventually, the fire will have to be put out–
The wildfire cannot keep burning forever.
In life you have to let people find their path,
Sometimes the path isn’t always cleared out.
I do know that I made plenty of mistakes, but
I do know that I will not even hurt a soul.
