I look in the mirror,
Is this the girl I used to know?
The girl that would give up everything for,
Everything?


Sure, she is still there
But there is still something more,
Is it the spark in her eyes?
No, it has been there.

Is it the way she holds her head?
Yes it must be that,
No, no, no, no,
That head has always been held high.

Then of coarse! It must be her face!
It is different!
Her Face is longer,
More sophisticated.
No it is then same,
She still has her dimple
And her crazy blue eyes,


Then I must be the same!
No I am different,
Just in a different way.
I have more responsibility
And it has worn my face down,
But is responsibility that I prize