This old mirror gets me down
whenever our faces meet
I see a clown
and this old mirror cannot speak
but when people think I’m strong
It shows I’m weak,
reflections of my youth simply fade away
as my mirror tells the truth every day
This old mirror’ it defines
with age comes character
which means more lines
and this old mirror doesn’t hide
those little laughter lines
or the tears I’ve cried
reflections of my youth simply fade away
as my mirror tells the truth every day
reflections of my youth when I had style
please forgive me if I don’t visit you for a while
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