And it's you when I look in the mirror,
and it's you when I don't pick up the phone.
Sometimes you can't make it on your own.
We fight all the time,
you and I.. that's alright,
we're the same soul.
I don't need.. I don't need to hear you say
that if we weren't so alike
you'd like me a whole lot more.
I know that we don't talk,
I'm sick of it all.
Can you hear me when I sing,
you're the reason I sing,
you're the reason why the opera is in me...