What did you?

You've been here all along but suddenly you know the scene same as it never was Yesterday you were fresh on the market bright young thing they called you Apetite with a a bit of spice It seems you neither bright nor young now Afraid, very afraid of mid-life crisis and a Dusty old hag failing the pursuit What did you with your art? Sold it to the devil that's mocking me Echoes in your head Oh so loud Make it stop, make it stop Please Reality, as usual, comforts the consistent haunting nightmare But fear, you criminal the voice still whispers... What did you with your heart?