Under the Lights

On an empty stage, under bright harsh lights
In a closed glass case, airless and sealed tight

I sit upright on a bare wooden chair
Telling myself I no longer care

The world is bleached, it's all knife-edged shadows
It tastes of ash and bitter smoke, burned rose

And I am under the light, on the stage
Sweating and squirming, lost in a deep rage

At what I have lost, at who I am now
And the lights blur, I tense up, I know how

I feel a different kind of grieving
A grief at what I am now losing

I'm naked under the lights, being watched
By millions of eyes and I know I am lost