Does it bother you to see me
Thin, young and beautiful?
And to then look and the mirror and know those days are gone.
Does it bother you to be surrounded by us
Beautiful changing elegant creatures.
Does it bother you
That the times are changing
Things will never be the same as the good old days
And your body is too.
Does it bother you that every time you see me
I smile as if your hate does not show
Does it bother you that I am still me
After you pretend I am nothing
Does it bother you that my skin glows when yours wrinkles
Does it bother you?
Because you sure as well
Never stop bothering me.
