If I am a cynic How do I love quite so? Not any one tender kiss Can tell the slow light fading My bleak and barren mind Populates a bland unstable soul How could I find the tenderness? Once more, Once more, no light grows Stolen looks and breaths of applause Accompanied in this one man show To entertain life in a deafened state Casting myself upon the only stage No more, No more but for one to adore Avoidance of the curtains cackling call No pity from the crowds rowdy rows The show is gone, the dark shall fall Vanity sits upon high, quiet takes account Just a performance, but none to let him out