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 done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
