mirror?
There's a girl in the mirror
I wonder who she is
Sometimes I think I know her
Sometimes I really wish I did
There's a story in her eyes
Lullabies and goodbyes
When she's looking back at me
I can tell her heart is broken easily
Cause the girl in my mirror
Is crying tonight
And there's nothing I can tell her
To make her feel alright
Oh the girl in my mirror
Is crying
And I wish there was something
Something I could do
If I could
I would tell her
Not to be afraid
The pain that she's feeling
The sense of loneliness will fade
So dry your tears and rest assured
Love will find you like before
When she's looking back at me
I know nothing really works that easily
I can't believe it's what I see,
That the girl in the mirror is me.
Its been interesting lately.
Momma Nancy is back.
God Bless.
A buggy bit me.
I wanna sing.
The four walled space is covered in a variety of rich odors. They stretch from the white of the north to the headboard of the south, but they don't travel, they are quite stationary. Scents of Egypt float about like individual bubbles, each unique. A thought of a mixture could never be for each is like its own type of water and oil in a glass, separate but contained in one place.
I wonder who she is
Sometimes I think I know her
Sometimes I really wish I did
There's a story in her eyes
Lullabies and goodbyes
When she's looking back at me
I can tell her heart is broken easily
Cause the girl in my mirror
Is crying tonight
And there's nothing I can tell her
To make her feel alright
Oh the girl in my mirror
Is crying
And I wish there was something
Something I could do
If I could
I would tell her
Not to be afraid
The pain that she's feeling
The sense of loneliness will fade
So dry your tears and rest assured
Love will find you like before
When she's looking back at me
I know nothing really works that easily
I can't believe it's what I see,
That the girl in the mirror is me.
Its been interesting lately.
Momma Nancy is back.
God Bless.
A buggy bit me.
I wanna sing.
The four walled space is covered in a variety of rich odors. They stretch from the white of the north to the headboard of the south, but they don't travel, they are quite stationary. Scents of Egypt float about like individual bubbles, each unique. A thought of a mixture could never be for each is like its own type of water and oil in a glass, separate but contained in one place.