I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love. It's time that i realize there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart, and a washed out dream. They follow the pattern of the wind, ya' see. Cause they got no place to be. That's why i'm starting with me. I'm starting with the man in the mirror, i'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer, if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, then make a change.