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?
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
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
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
