Looking In the Mirror

You remind me of myself in another place and time
A little high, a little dry, and burnt by your own mind
I'd tell you what to do, if I had ever figured it out
But the thoughts that I have wasted leave that thought in doubt

I imagine if we ever tried to let the people know
We'd hear that subtle ticking of a bomb about to blow
The awful roar of a lesson that we never meant to learn
That ugly place of loneliness that our betrayals helped us earn

And in that place we'd live and watch the hours pass away
With no end and no beginning, it is here we have to stay
Just north of feeling worthless, just south of the fairy tale
In a limbo we created and carried to it our own hell

We never really make it home to the place where we feel whole
It's apparent by our lack of interest that the world has taken our soul
Over and over again we fight until we've nothing left to give
When all we're really asking for is to free our right to live

You and me are not so different as I suspected all along
We wake the same every morning to place we don't belong
To an insurmountable feeling of tired and torn and tattered
To an avalanche of insecurity and a mind that's surely shattered 

I met you once before, I think, in another place and time
A little high, and a little dry, and burnt by my own mind...