My heart is hollow and yearning
My soul is lonely and waiting
But when I look around I see it
Oh my God
This must be it
But is it real
Or am I dreaming
Is it there
Or am I delusional
Can it be
Or is it from within
How could I know for sure
I hear
I see
I smell
I want
I feel
But then I touch
You are not there
I reach out
I step
I fall
You are not there
Oh my God
You must be a hologram
Get this hologram out of my home
I'm gazing at a magazine
I'm listening to my echo
I'm staring in the mirror
I'm talking to myself
I'm writing to myself
I'm not making any sense by myself
For the answers come from within
Or do they come from without
How can I tell
How can I feel my pain
But for a little while I'm OK
For a little while I'm beginning to see the light
But will it last or is it lust
I can not tell
For the answers come from within
Look inside they say
Look inside
But what do I see but emptiness
What do I see but loneliness
What do I see but loathing
How could I bare to look inside?
I'm looking at a book
I'm gazing in the mirror
I'm staring at a television
But, what is it that they see?