I love to be nice to people, I wanted us to be friends,I love to be nice to people
but even now I look, I still know i cant follow your treands.
So much you've done, I hate you for this I realy do, I do
and you think you won, can this be realy true?
You stuck a pin in my back and scratched it up high,
with all the blood and bruising, i couldn't wonder why.
You stole my money, got me in trouble and pushed me in a gate,
after this you didn't know it would leave me in a right state.
You pushed me into tables at school
and all because I was totaly uncool.
You soaked my trousers for a laugh one day after pe,
all the people you could have done it to... why was it me?
You punched me in the ear and in the back of the head,
with all my horrid thoughts, do you realy want me dead?
You called me fat and other things, what is fun about that,
and now i ask you this, do you realy think im a twat?
After all this i cry, i cry myself to sleep
and even in my dreams i will continue to weep.
You dont take me seriously when I say enough,
If you where in my shoes you would also find it tough.
So before I end, I have one thing to say...
look at me closely, look at me today.
think before you speek... listen to me
i just love to be nice to people... can you do it too please?
