What hurts more than those who start rumours by thread and hem
Are you who believe them
You act like friends and loyalty
Like you'll be there like my family
You disappear
In a flash you reappear
You need money
You want company
My help, services or brain
After feeling the strain
After feeling silly you'd been fooled by iblees
Just like you'd feel a fool if you had a habit but were right infront of the police
What hurts more than the slander is I can't trust you
My love and respect for you is through
What kills you more than the rumours and slander is I'll be okay I'm still loved, blessed and trusted
You definitely won't be and were tested to defend me and joined a circus instead
What hurts is I'm very forgiving
I enjoy being giving
This one is hard for me
So in the hands of Allah I left it to Him to deal with Thee