Why do people ask me what's going on inside my head, if they don't want to hear, and they don't want to listen?

Why do people tell me they'll call, if they don't want to hang out, and they don't want to talk?

I know fear of speaking out

And I know fear of pain

I know how hard it can be

To open up again

Why do people ask me what's going on inside my head, if they don't want to hear, and they don't want to listen?

It would hurt me less

If they said they didn't care

Than to play with me to get me to share.

I know I'm stupid

I know I'm dumb

The way I feel is all wrong

Everyone tells me that

Just like the song

I guess I'm just supposed to be

As silent and stoic

As I appear to be

Why do people ask me what's going on inside my head, if they don't want to hear and they don't want to listen?