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Whenever I hear hushed whispers
I automatically assume they're talking about me
Just like people used to back in the day.

So I tell myself this time is different
Thats it's just a case of paranoia
But deep inside, I don't believe a word I say.

Because what if it's true
What if it's the same as before
What if the friendly faces aren't real
What if the act is now in Part 2

So I try to hear the hushed whispers
Hoping among hope not to hear my name
While also trying not to get my hopes up
And it's all thanks to you.