I've heard whispers about the things you said to me
And I've had sisters touch me consensually
We were both just men and then we fell from grace, the things you said made me feel racist
And you knew that I would never come back from there
And I've heard whispers running through my head
They've said, "Mister, wouldn't you rather be dead?"
But I said, "No, I know it's hard for you to see, the things I feel, I feel for me
And there is nothing you can say to make me feel this way I know it's true but you can't see the things I feel"
Because the things I feel are whispers
Oh the things I feel are whispers
I've heard whispers running through my brain
Every time it feels like it's always the same
And now I've got so much to feel, the things I think I know are real
Were never there they were surreal and I know that it's easy when you're gone
Don't fall
Don't fall