I'm trying to convince myself
The world is still my oyster
That I could be the president
Or anything could happen
I'm trying to convince myself
A few grey hairs don't matter
That someone somewhere likes me
And I've not lost all appeal
But the mirror brings its own retort
And all my arguments fall short
And rhetoric becomes cliche
I never was convincing anyway
I'm trying to convince myself
That urge is not unpleasant
That craving is desirable
And want brings strength of character
I'm trying to convince myself
That I'm not getting older
That nothing is impossible
And I might turn out great someday
But the mirror brings its own retort
And all my arguments fall short
And rhetoric becomes cliche
I never was convincing anyway
