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?
My love for you is uncontrollable.
My feelings for you are unstoppable.
Can't go
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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