My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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