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Lyrics - the 'joys' of getting older... |
There's a man in the mirror, Staring back at me, An image of an image, Of a man who isn't me. He was younger once, Just starting out, Now looking back, He has to doubt... What happened, 'tween now and then? The years etched hard, round his eyes, Show each time he laughed, or cried, And there's nothing left but grey (or skin), Where once, black hair had been. Oh man in the mirror, Staring back at me, Image of an image, Why can't I see, The man (the man) I used to be? Memories flicker, confusion grows, Like shadows dancing, they ebb and flow, Fragments of a life once bright. Blur, and fade from my sight. This face, a stranger's mask, Bears my name and hides my past, Who dwells beneath this skin? Oh where do I begin? Am I stories told, or the paths I've trod, This race I've run, that took all I got? Oh man in the mirror, Staring back at me, Image of an image, Why can't I see? No matter how I try, In this image of an image, I can't see, The man, The man I used to be. In this image of an image, This man, Is fading in. AI Composition ▼ |