In The Eye Of The Beholder?

I'm not that girl, can never be.

I can’t go back, to 33.

I tried in vain to recreate,

the way you used to look at me.

Been there, done that,

not if I tried.

No way to turn the hands of time,

and relive 35.

I never thought mere numbers,

would scare your love away.

What the hell am I still doing here?

waiting for words that you might say.

Im older now, don’t look the same,

a few wrinkles, and added weight

I guess for you that matters,

you moved on, with an upgrade.

Though time and time,

you said your love would never, could never change -

I just can’t do it, I cant compete,

with women half my age.

I never was my biggest fan,

time only goes one way.

I like me less and less, it seems,

with every passing day.

Smile and pretend, it's what I do.

I'm a master at this game,

Another day, the same ol' fool,

in this beautiful masquerade.

I never thought mere numbers,

would scare your love away.

What the hell am I still doing here,

waiting for words you never say?