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
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
