“When will I have a place to put all this painful love?
Who’s the one that’s there through all?
Ask the fellow in the mirror, “How are you?” And this time, reply. Because that person will really always be there, and is sometimes all you’ve got, and they’ll listen. Open your own ears and your own heart to your own self.
I try to find you in another, I search among mankind, but you are imaginary and none were made for me.