Do you ever get that feeling?
that there’s someone in the room?
looking over your shoulder,
and observing every little thing you do…
just a single text
could come back to bite,
if your conscious chose to speak,
about any little white lie…
oh i wish i didn’t gossip,
i wish i could rewind the words,
i feel bad for spreading rumors
i know for which someone will hurt…
and i should just keep my mouth shut,
but it comes down to me or them,
and i’m not in the business of sinking,
so steal their world with guiltiness