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?
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
