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?
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
