Something to believe in

Well the mirror tells a different story
Than the one that’s playing in my mind
Every time I swear I’m looking younger
The more lines that I find
I guess I learned to trade youth for wisdom
And lust in for romance
It’s all written in the stages and phases
Of life’s little dance
But when I want to bitch about growing old
I think how many never had a chance…

"Something to believe in (#2)"
Poison