I have spent years looking for myself, lost in a world of confusion and loneliness. Like a blind man on the edge of a cliff,

I look in the mirror and I recognize the face
but the eyes that look back are vacant
No feelings to speak of; my heart's an

I'm breaking out of your box
The image of who you thought i would be
I'm loving myself more than you could ever love me
I'm

Have we met?
I've lived my life...
Behind jackets,
Behind baggy pants,
And long sleeves,
Behind a masked opinion
Guarded humor,
Behind

My good friend, my heart, my soul,
these three things that are deep inside
I share them not, to keep them whole
my selfishness