I'm lost inside, and I'm not ready to search. 
Why would I want to waste time roaming this earth?

Looking for garbage is a total waste of time.
At least that's what I think, so I won't even try.

She took my soul from my body, long, long, ago.
And took off with it down a never ending road.

When I look in the mirror, I ask, "who are you?"
Like there's a hole in my reflection, I can see right through.

I'd give anything for this situation to be straightened out.
Or at least take myself straight to the clouds.

I want everything to become more clear.
But first, I need to find the man in the mirror.