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