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