I look in the mirror and all I see
Is the once beautiful young girl I used to be
My body was healthy, my mind was strong
And life was good when nothing was wrong
As I grew up it came to pass
The once young girl would surely not last
As my health starts to crumble, and life a continued rush
It seems way too early to return to dust
But this is my fate, my destiny
The woman in the mirror staring back at me
She is older and weak, and her skin is so light
Her body has finally decided to take flight
It grows old and weak, undeniably not strong
I just can’t accept it – all this is wrong
The sickness and pain that haunts me at night
Has now joined me in all of daylight
I can feel it coming, the slow start of death
I dont want to go, please, please keep me…
Please keep me, alive.