I look in the mirror and what do I see,
Good grief there's an old person looking at me!
She must have snuck in there and taken my place,
Oh my God! What the hell has she done to my face?
She's got it all wrinkled, so different to me,
When I think of myself that is not what I see.
I don't understand it, Oh what has she done,
Oh wait, now I see it, that lady's my mum!
Marina Cuell