I travel through the wind from there to here
And I make people open up and blurt
Secrets and things that cause pain and cause hurt
I almost never say anything sincere.
Steadily I control, producing fear
Diminishing a common person's worth
A whisper, a sound, or a simple word
I want everyone to know that I'm near.
I coerce people to snivel to sleep
And I ruin relations and friendships
The more I'm quoted, the more I gain fame
All it takes is a sentence from weak lips.
I love the chaos over who's to blame;
It's me, I'm guilty; gossip's the name.
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