My brother and I cannot listen to this song as it brings us to tears because it reminds us so much of our sister Penny who was recently diagnosed with schizophrenia.

There was always something a bit "off" with her when we were growing up, but we never knew she was so deeply disturbed and it esclilated into delusions and hallucinations where she ultimately began to believe that Bryan Adams wrote this song for her.

It all began when she started to believe that a particular T.V. show was being written and or produced by by someone speaking directly to her. It actually began before that in believing that certain online communities and blogs were directly speaking to her.

We had to have an intervention when
she began to "self-medicate" to "quiet the voices" by drinking herself into oblivion. Finally, she confided in me and told me that she believed that Bryan Adams had been completely and intimately involved in her life and the part where he sings, "walk the wire for you" meant that he was sending her messages through various media outlets and that this proved that everything he did was for her. She said that when she first began to believe that someone intimately knew her was when someone said she loved outter space because she deeply did since forever...we used to call her sailor moon. She just knew deep inside her heart that this one person knew her like no other but she said she racked her brain trying to figure it out.

I won't get into all the particulars but the elaborate story she had created in her head along with lethal concoctions of daily wine, it became apparent she had lost it.

The breaking point came when she said that satellites were watching her every move, that the television not only was talking to her but could see her too and that even some character in some T.V. show was supposed to be about her and Bryan Adams.

We deepy are concerned about her mental health, my brother and I, and hope you all keep her in your paryers and if you know someone in such a state, help them out. Schizophrenia is a devastating disorder to have to deal with as it forces those who care about the sufferer to clarify and provide reality checks to the individual delusions.

For instance, when she went into some drunken rant about Bryan Adams, my brother had to walk her back through to reality by telling her the truth of the situation. It was almost like I could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes that she was finally closer to the truth, but it soon faded as she folded her knees up to her chest and began to rock back and forth mumbling strange phrases such as, Bryan Adams has been following me which inspires him into some strange force-field of creative energy flow which he has left little bread-crumbs for her to find that confirms he loves her. There really is no hope, only heavy medication, padded rooms, and self-denial.

Hope this helps!