I see what is done to me Not that’s it’s bad It’s just not good It makes me think Did I do that Was I that way Sometimes you do stuff That might be rude or hurtful People might not realize But maybe people do I can’t help but think About myself I hope I was better To people that were here I know now I’m better Still makes me think I sure hope I was better
As I live on I see nasty things that people do to each other. I can’t help but wonder if I was ever that way.