The Rumors

You don't want see my face For the mistakes I made Now you want to make me cry Or want to see me dead I heard something very bad About your character I didn't want to believe it But it made me suffer Someone used to say those things It was so convincing And you were like deaf and dumb You weren't protesting Baby it was not my fault I can swear upon God Since it was so insulting Please beat me with a rod But forget it forgive me You can make it okay I won't make you cry again Please believe what I say