Texty: Dropout Year. Best Friends For Never. Confetti.

As she tries to maintain her innocence, it's her word against theirs. with everything that they've said, they've got her running from the few left that care.

rumors consume her from the edge of her bed, out of the lips of her friends. and on the night before behind closed doors, her clothes were spread on the bedroom floor.

she's got some secrets she hoped they keep keeping, locked tightly behind closed doors. she's got some secrets she'd hope they keep keeping, but those secrets aren't hers anymore.

she's the talk of the town since word got out that she's been around. and then her friends left her for dead and said it's nothing personal we've got an image to protect. she wakes up to the resounding sound of silence. she lost every friend she thought she could confide in.

hormones raging, her heartbeat's racing. he slips her a drink and she slips in to bed. hormones raging, her heartbeat's racing. that night she lost sight of what's wrong and what's right.

she dug her own grave as her friends dished the dirt. she'd never say, but that hurt her the worst. to be betrayed was the last thing she thought would come first.

hormones raging, her heartbeat's racing. he slips her a drink and she slips in to bed. hormones raging, her heartbeat's racing. that night she lost sight of what's wrong and what's right.

as she tries to maintain her innocence, it's her word against theirs. with everything that they've said, they've got her running from the few left that care