Love Doctor

Okay, so where do you stand? You talk about me as if I don’t cease to be. Hold your head up high, and that’s where I’ll be. I stand above all and rise from every fall. Your gossip about me is helping me to stand tall. You call yourself a friend, but when I tell you something you go back and tell a million men. It’s only understandable that the person I gossip to gossips back about me. It’s the rule of karma, it’s got to come back around to me. When you talk me, do you feel better, do you feel free. Now that you talked about me, what does that help you to see? You still have to live your own life, maybe you care too much for me. I would talk about you, but you’re never that deep in my mind, I have way better and much more things I can do with my time. When you talk about me I listen but never react, you must think that I’m crazy the way that I pop my collar and turn my back and not give a damn what you say and how I keep myself on track. You gossip to people who already know the facts, they come and tell me that I should go and get you back, but I look at where you at, and you ain’t got nothing on me. I’m progressing, my mind is free, I keep on stepping and you hate to see, I’m that bird that you watch that’s high up in the tree, I keep on flying high, and you can never catch me. But I’ll let you live your life, which ain’t much and I know you agree. So if it makes you happy. I’ll let you gossip about me.