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?
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
