Ain't the pictures enough? Why do you go through so much to get the stories you need, so you can bury me? You've got the people confused. You tell the stories you choose, you try to get me to lose the man I really am. You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy, won't you just let me be? 'Cause your cameras can't control the minds of those who know that you'll even sell your soul just to get your story sold.
Some of you still wonder why, one of my friends had to die to get a message across, that yet you haven't heard. My friend was chased and confused, like many others I knew. But on that cold winter night, my pride was snatched away. Now she get no second chance, she just ridiculed and harassed, please tell me why!
Now there's a lesson to learn – respect's not given, it's earned. Stop maliciously attacking my integrity. Now there's a lesson to learn, stories are twisted and turned, stop maliciously attacking my integrity.
I need my privacy, I need my privacy. So paparazzi, get away from me. Just get away from me.

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Publicerat det: 2013-07-25 | Klockan: 20:32:00 | Kategori: Texter


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