I feel as if I'm a cruel being.
Sometimes I get a kick out of peoples fits.
I sometimes feel proud when people are down.
I speak my mind whether it hurts or not.
Therefore you think I'm negative,
Because you can't see things in a real prospective.
I have not a bit of jealousy,
Although I think he'd be better with me.
I let people with no remorse,
Because I believe people come and go
And that's part of life's course.
I'm probably the only human being like this
But by the look on your face
I honestly doubt it.
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