They only love you when you're gone,
When your time has slipped away.
Your shoulders were never cried on
But for you their tears are shed.
They respect you in your passing
But never when you're alive.
They'll rummage through your belongings
Claiming what is theirs.
They only love you when you're gone,
When objects of your life
Is all they have to take.
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