I've Led A Very Isolated Existence Since

I Felt Like I Had Two Fathers. I Had My Real Father And The Father In My Head.

I Had All The Fame Anyone Could Want, And I Ran Away From It.

I Do Have A Family, And I Do Have Friends, And So-called Friends, And Acquaintances, And Many Other People I See Only Around Christmas Time. Maybe They Could Vouch For Me. Maybe They Could Testify To My Existence And Save A Part Of Me That Thinks I'm No Better Than A Bag Of Potato Chips.

A Lot Of People Meet Me And They're Like, 'why Aren't You Crazy?'

I Don't Even Get An Allowance.