Stranger I Use To Know

I don't recognize that old boy in the mirror
Those eyes reflect a world drained of light
And a mouth incapable of showing a smile
His shoulders sag like he's given up the fight

More gray in his beard than natural for his age
His hair falling out more easily
He looks incapable of having a laugh
Just staring and waiting for himself to bleed

There's no anger just a sense of acceptance
At a world that has beaten him down
Maybe just a little bit lost
But not in a naive way, more like a why I am still here frown

To himself he's already dead inside
He just gives himself a blank stare
Watching as a tear accidentally slips out
Sliding through the gray stubble and skin bare

Who is this stranger I feel I should know
Could it be one that had the heart of gold
Could it be the one with the love of an unbreakable mold
Yes, yes it could be the man with the soul he must've sold

For the love of a lifetime with a beautiful angel
There must've been some fine print he must've missed
Because now he's just a husk, alone and blank
He looks back in my eyes, after bringing up his ring for a kiss