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?
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
