Stranger Staring Back at Me

 

Tell me sweet Momma

what should I see

when I'm standing at the mirror

a stranger staring back at me.

Who the hell is that?

I've never seen her here before

I'm getting kinda dizzy

I don't know myself no more.

I'm weighed down so heavy

both my heart and my skin

gravity, my enemy

stole the one I was within.

I once was strong, but now I'm weak

my body I betrayed

I let it down, cant pick it up

felt my ego cascade

My eyes look worn and tired

an `old soul, or just plain old

the fat hides the wrinkes

and keeps out the cold. 

Do I love me as I am

or change who I should be

a question I ask of you

the stranger staring back at me.