It never ceases to amaze me.
The stories they tell
The lies, shits crazy
The lengths that they'll go through to prove that they hate me
it's not even logical, the headlines are lazy
Shits comical, it doesn't even phase me

The insults are ineffectual. None of the accusations are contextual. The party line says I'm an asshole, its front page fucking news but when asked for the details, the response is less than factual.

All these arrows and all these rocks thrown from glass castles atop high horses and despite best efforts, you haven't landed a shot.

I've never been one to pander to drama.
No gossip, no retorts, no revenge, just karma.

But you're watching and waiting, lurking in corners, silently hating. You're thirsty for my failure, it’s your life blood, invigorating. You need me to fan the flames, to drop a name, to back peddle and take blame. You're heated because I won’t give life to your claims. I'm living my truth, I'm growing, I’m changing...you’re trying to drag me down to your level and I'm unaccommodating.

Run Tell That.