My eyes gazed into the mirror, to impress myself, I drew myself nearer. I noticed a line of fuzz, I noticed a certain buzz, I scratched my head, was I dead? Growing older, the years fly by, you wander why? Growing older, the years go by, you wander and you cry... You are balding, all alone. 41 and you've got no phone. Communication is the key, but you cannot contact no one, no one....your just a alone.....oh.... Growing older, the years fly by, you wander why? Growing older, the years go by, you wander and you cry... Was that me just seconds ago, sitting on the floor playing Dominoes? Wasn't that me a minute ago, talking with my best friend, oh no...it's the new year...will you survive...to see others thrive? But growing older just means you've survived, constant battle of staying alive. Kids with cancer I love you so, keep that head up and off you go! All you old folks, don't you complain, this world was always in pain, it will continue as we move on, you will always be remembered with God...Birth sign: Aquarius
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