Needle In a Haystack

He sits in the mirror 
Desperately looking for anything that he can say he's proud of
He's just a needle in a haystack 
Trying to find himself 
Amongst all that hay 
To cover a quarter might take him a day 
Love isn't love when it's drifting away 
And he's constantly drifting 
Something inside of him gradually shifting 

He wants to be more 
But how could that happen while stuck to the floor 
Kissing the boots of the one he deplores

I'm one in the same 
He suffers in darkness I suffer in flame 
Only accustomed to sadness and pain 
While I look for a mirror like shelter from rain