Whispers and tales,
when no one’s around.
Secrets no one but you have found.
People hear but they don’t see,
they see you but they don’t see me.
Look at you talking,
talking like no one has a clue.
But I hear every silent pin drop
on the cold, hard ground too.
No one even turns around,
but the girl they all talk about.
You act as if she isn’t a person,
as if she has no feelings, no purpose—j...