Hearsay Herecy

I know you heard from a friend, that mine own ears
not knowing when to pretend, face my own fears
but i heard something about you, a line or two 
with this we at once knew, the story we heard
of you and said ******, know the plots, turns or not
so infer then you must, no desire nor trust
submissive in jest cannot touch me nor rest
my head on said shoulder, for fear that I'll crush it
Crush that importance of hearsay and the Heretic

And canonize for me the ones twos and threes
the reasons withheld kept me bare, you stole from me
you left and lied, changed the past that was long decided
to something i did not remember, that never happened
but please place them in whatever order you need
long over stopped by begs and pleas, please
passover me, next time your in because
I don't want what your selling