i m giving up is this my lonely grave at least it s not another lonely stage conditioned care depending on demand rationed by outrageous rabid fans she s by my side feel her hand in mine walking me through this nightmarish life she s understanding when i wince in pain she understands why i hide away run away from those without a heart keep on running those critics of art we ll find a place skeptics learn to believe and those once blind will begin to see inside of me