Some people don't care what they say,
you're just a small part of their day,
and you might cry, but it's okay,
they don't see where you lost your way.

Some people say they love you true ,
and you think that they're lying too,
and then you find they really do,
they really mean that they love you.

Some people care, but they don't show,
and in the end, you never know,
but broken hearts are how we grow,
we have no choice, but to let go.

Some girl I know, her time she bides,
and waits until you close your eyes,
and softly sits alone and cries,
and no-one sees her self-despise.