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?
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
