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 Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
