After Death

Good Girls

And I hate to apologize,
But I feel like no one loves me.
I hate to apologize,
But I think I've turned to smoke.
I say I'm sorry anyway,
Cause I feel like I'm a burden.
And if anyone did miss me,
They'd think this was a hoax.
For no one treats me fairly,
Or equal as themselves.
They assume I am a child,
And assume I don't know well.
But to treat me as a child,
Is to lock me in a cage.
And we all know that good girls turn bad,
With a strict way of being raised.