Wish these walls could talk so you could hear all that goes on when you’re not here. Thinking you know all that you see, you’d be surprised to know the truth. Wish the secrets would spill and you could see who really had ya back, same ones you running to complaining about me are the ones plotting ya demise. Damn I wish the floors could show the footprints of everyone who walked across the line and planned to dance on ya grave. Sitting here whispering thinking I can’t hear ya, hmm yea I know ya think I’m not up on it, but I’m on it something crazy. Mouth shut eyes open yea that’s how I do. No need to fill me in, I got me ears waiting to hear. Its nothing but that he said, she said o0o0o did you know wats new. Getting mad at me, cuz that’s not how I do. Choosing to keep my distance and maintain my space. Cuz I’m not tryna pick sides then I’m in the wrong?? you must not know about me, I hear it all. I know wat she said about you and how he plans on leaving you. Wish this chalkboard could write the letters to form the words said against you. Maybe you could see then for yaself how ya time is limited here. She saying this, she saying that, telling everyone where you be at, hmmmm I wish these walls could talk as much as you do about the business cuz then you could see who ya real friends is….