looking backwards it looks ok
probably done it anyways
its not to say that i don’t have class
things are different in my looking glass

streets are longer and the days are numbered
faces are older and hardly remembered
faces are cold and appear to be brash
all this comes with my looking glass

not all is bad some is good
i look back and say i wish i could
but there’s some time
there’s some hope
much time left for me to cope with my life