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?
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
