I'm giving up, is this my lonely grave? At least it's not another lonely stage Conditioned care depending on demand Or rationed by outrageous rabid fans She's by my side, I 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 ♪ We'll run away from those without a heart We'll keep on running from those critics of art We'll find a place where skeptics learn to believe And those once blind will begin to see inside of me