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've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
