I was standing at the bar ordering another round
it was the third or fourth, don't really remember
some where along  the line I lost count
in passing my number to yet another brother
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror
I must admit I didn't like what I saw
don't get my wrong
the hair was on point, the outfit fitted to a tee
not too many women in there looking better than me
even knowing this I felt empty
there was something missing in me
a sense of calm and peace
as I shot my drink I began to think 
of what was waiting for me on the other side of the door
of the disappointments that surrounded me all my days
I continued to stare in the mirror trying to find 
the true me, the real me, the other me
who used to know answer to being happy
I turned to the left to speak to he man at my side
laughing at his jokes in order not to cry
as I turned to speak to some one else
I looked in the mirror again, trying to hold in what I really felt
I left the area, decided to the leave the scene
when I got home, I realized there was no one waiting for me
all the things I once had could no longer be
as the liquor mixed with my emotions 
sadness overtook me
all I could do was cry myself to sleep
hoping when I looked in the mirror in the morning
I would find a better me