Some people are nice, some are jerks
Some people are sweet, funny or nice
But some people are just plan old mean.
Not caring how you feel when they speak
Not caring what they do to you,
Not caring if you cry your self to sleep almost every night
Not caring if you cut your self just to make the pain go away
Even though its still they're when the blood is gone and all that's left is the mark you made.
They don't even care if they see you write on a pace of paper