From Julia The Me I Used To Be I am not the me I used to be, the mirror tells me so But underneath the face I see is the me I used to know Little friends I knew so well, picnics in the park; Sandwiches and lemonade and 'be back before its dark' We rolled down mounds we thought were hills, leaves tangled in our hair But we were having so much fun, we really didn't care Years have past, balance has gone, a walker's my trusty steed Oh, how I wish I can dance again or at least put on some speed But I'll go and put the kettle on and make a cup of tea And bring back more memories from when I was the other me