I used to be hurt. My heart was as torn as a sad clown. br Watching my world break was dispicable. br My friends betrayed me, believing rumors br instead of me. All because of you! Why br I talked to you, I know now what it was: br desperation. I thought I needed you! br br My family said you were bad. I thought you br were the love of my life. You were clowning br around when I wanted more. Your heart was br so cold. What you did is dispicable! br You and I were confused. That showed me why br you were alone. Since you lost me, rumors br br were spread. Rumors of my life and rumors br of who I am. At first I was hurt. You br were silent. Me at a loss as to why br you did it. I know now you were clowning br with me, saying sorry. Discpicable br to look at. Without you, I am strong. Was br br I so weak that I had to talk to you? Was br I so blind that I lost Faith? Yes. Rumors br and love makes the world spin. Dispicable br br like murder. Now I don't love or need you. br Faith helps me grow. Family and real friends clown br with me, but not to hurt me. I know why br br I didn't listen to anyone. Why? br Cause I wanted to be in love! I was br so lost, like the mouth of a clown br lost under paint. Supposed friends heard rumors br and ran like the wind. You spread it and you br said sorry. You are dispicable. br br I abhor clowns. They are dispicable, br cause they're fake. Why start fights or rumors? br You started it.