So what happens when I go?
When I just go away?
Would you care?
No.
When I leave this pointless place.
Does it really matter?
No.
Who could care about someone like me?
Did you ever care about me?
No.
People don't care, about me, you, or anyone.
People care about themselves.
Self-absorbed wastes of life...
So forget this place.
Who can live among such hatred?
Will you care that I'm leaving?
No.
Will you think about me after I'm gone?
No.
Will I forgive you for what you've done to me?...
No.