The killing lights of this dead city are making me mad. I see them, the other people, holding hands, kissing, making it all seem so magical and I ask myself: when is it my turn? I wonder. Shoot, being sad makes me tired-time for my medication. Oh a crazy knowtion that a pill can cure everything is taking over.Ahhh...No.I will not give in.Hey-I see my shadow.Hey-it is talking to me.Hey-I answer it. Hey I am schizophrenic.Hey-fingers missing the keyboard.Hey-I am in love.Hey-I am a crazy woman in love.Love you my honey-bunny.Ahhh, there goes my shadow again, gotta run, gotta catch it. Bye...