Songs I Wrote

Here are some songs (or song bits) I wrote. Lyrics only, no music. I don't understand that golf club language. Spelling errors accidental.

1)This is my only full song. It's what I actually do think about:

Mirror's Reflections:

I'm tired of seeing myself in reverse. I want to see the real me. As I truly am. For my reflection, is a lie. But mirrors reflect the truth. So is my left, truly right? This whole thing, is totally out of sight. Which is real? Which is false? Mirror's reflections, or the reverse of me?

Chorus:
I want to see the real me. The me you see. Not the reverse. Not the lie. If mirrors show the truth, how can I be so wrong. If they're right, do you see the lie? What is reality? What you see? Or the reverse of me? Mirror reflections tell both truth and lie. It makes me sigh. It makes me want to cry. Truths and lies are supposed to be easily identified. Why then do mirrors show them both, but neither at all? I accept the mirror, you accept your eyes. Which is the truth? Which is the lie? Mirror's reflections, or the reverse of me?

I've seen the opposite for so long, that to see me as you see me, would look so wrong. How can we both be right, if we're each so wrong? If truth is beauty, and beauty is truth. One of us must see an ugly lie. But you never want to say good bye. Am I seeing wrong, or is beauty reversed too? If it is, is not the mirror truth? If the truth is reversed, then the mirror is right, but not your sight. But you see my true beauty, so I see it wrong. But mirrors reflect the truth, so what see you?

Chorus:
I want to see the real me. The me you see. Not the reverse. Not the lie. If mirrors show the truth, how can I be so wrong. If they're right, do you see the lie? What is reality? What you see? Or the reverse of me? Mirror reflections tell both truth and lie. It makes me sigh. It makes me want to cry. Truths and lies are supposed to be easily identified. Why then do mirrors show them both, but neither at all? I accept the mirror, you accept your eyes. Which is the truth? Which is the lie? Mirror's reflections, or the reverse of me?

Maybe it's both. Maybe we see two sides. Truth and lies. Real and reversed. Beauty, and ugly, it's still just me. Or is the true beauty, seeing past the lie. Accepting what, we each see. You see the real me. I see the real me. So what if we each see, the reverse of what the other sees? A pretty package tells not truth nor lie. It's all about, what lies inside. Since we see upside down anyway, until the brain, takes such confusion away.

Chorus:
I want to see the real me. The me you see. Not the reverse. Not the lie. If mirrors show the truth, how can I be so wrong. If they're right, do you see the lie? What is reality? What you see? Or the reverse of me? Mirror reflections tell both truth and lie. It makes me sigh. It makes me want to cry. Truths and lies are supposed to be easily identified. Why then do mirrors show them both, but neither at all? I accept the mirror, you accept your eyes. Which is the truth? Which is the lie? Mirror's reflections, or the reverse of me?

Does it really matter, what our eyes see? Your heart sees the real me. My heart sees the real you. Left or right, up or down, no need to frown. We see our true selves. We see the true each other. We passed that trial. So comeon let's smile. In the end, we each see what we want to see. I see you and you see me. What does it matter, what we see in ourselves? We never really see ourselves, anyway. When another sees past our alleged flaws. They see the truth, they see our beauty. What difference does it make, if it's reversed or not.

Chorus:
I want to see the real me. The me you see. Not the reverse. Not the lie. If mirrors show the truth, how can I be so wrong. If they're right, do you see the lie? What is reality? What you see? Or the reverse of me? Mirror reflections tell both truth and lie. It makes me sigh. It makes me want to cry. Truths and lies are supposed to be easily identified. Why then do mirrors show them both, but neither at all? I accept the mirror, you accept your eyes. Which is the truth? Which is the lie? Mirror's reflections, or the reverse of me?

Reality is what we make of it. And we make the truth, without needing proof. The lie lies in our mind, which is the anitthesis of the heart. Our hearts connect first and foremost, depsite what the mind says. Hearts see the truth, the mind creates the lie. Only by twisting our lie, can we see the truth. Who cares what is left or right, in whoever's sight? We can see the truth, we can see the lie. One must be the reverse of the other. Which is why, we always see the truth and lie. A mirror's reflection, reveals all. It's what another sees, that reveals the true me. And that me, can easily be seen, in a mirror's relfection, or a lover's eyes. It's how we create balance, and keep things flying high. There is no right. There is no wrong. The truth can only be seen, when you stand with me. The truth is both what the mirror shows, and what you see. Mirror's reflections, and the reverse of me.


2) This was in response to a sort of joke post in a Harry Potter News Group:
Baby On A Broomstick:

Baby on a broomstick,
Sweeping up his toys.
Baby on a broomstick,
Seeing him brings great joys.
He rides it all around,
Till he falls on the ground.
Back up he goes,
Always going with the flows,
Baby on a broomstick,
Off he goes, real quick.


3) OK, this was from the comic strip Housebroken, where DJ Dog was treating Tax Time as a holiday. Maya jokingly called it Taxmas, and DJ Dog thought they could sing Taxmas Carols. So, here are my Taxmas Carols (parodies of Xmas songs. See if you cna guess which ones):
Taxmas Carols:

On the only day of Taxmas, the IRS took from me: All of my money.

Jingle coins, jingle coins, jingle as your taken away.

Frosty The IRS Agent, was a very mean old soul, with a clipboard, a book of tax codes, and a heart made out of coal.

Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, had a very shiny nose. Until the IRS taxed it’s energy output, then it turned quite dull.

Oh Taxmas tree, oh Taxmas tree, I can’t afford you without a tax refund.