Turning into something

That I don't recognise

I think that we have fell for the mirror

And I blow dry my hair

See the crows feet in my eyes

What a man, what a man I’ve become

You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone

You know I don't need the sympathy of you

I saw a birthday message

From someone I don’t know

Well it all seems strange to me

And you post about the good things

Keep the sadness to yourself

Every window has a silver lining

You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone

You know I don't need the sympathy of you