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?
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
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I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
