They don't care about us.

A flash of lights,
Screams echoing around the whole room.
All they care about is seeing you up on that stage.
They don't care about your music.
They know the lyrics to your songs.
They act like they care.
But really they don't.
They can turn on you.
They can forget you.
They can hate you.
Because in the end they don't give a shit.

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