In the beginning
I thought they cared
When they asked what happened
I rehashed my story
I opened up my wounds
I bared my scars
But now I know better
They did not care
They just wanted to see me bleed
To hear me broken
To see my tears flowing
For some wicked reason
They loved it
My pain was entertainment to them
So I stopped talking
I closed up my wounds
I wiped away my tears
And now I can see the bloodthirsty crowd for who they really are.
