They only care when you're gone.
When you're no longer apart of their everyday life...
Maybe they'll miss you.
Maybe they'll say some kind words.

They'd say:
Oh, it's so sad that she's gone,
She was so smart
She was so pretty
She had her whole life ahead of her.

No one gives a **** when you're here.
They tear you apart, just to feel good.
You won't be praised.
Only a victim of their criticism.

And all you hear is:
Why are you even here?
You're never going to be anything.
You're not pretty.
You're not smart.
You... are not anything

So forgive me for thinking.
Maybe they'll care when I'm gone.
Cause they sure as hell don't care now.