People are fickle, people are strange.
Only pretend to care until you're out of range.
Use you to prop themselves up again.
Toss you aside completely after then.

They'll never say it, but it's inherently true.
They just never really cared about you.
Concealed among silence and a phony smile.
Pretending to be your friend all the while.

You change your mind like the color of your hair.
How easy it is to pretend that you care.
But have some decency and say it to my face.
And end this facade with some dying grace.