I just got out of the shower im slathered in cologne. The depression has no power im gathered but alone. My mirror tells a story but has nothing to say im sure that it ignores me who am i today? I comb my hair slowly it goes down to my back that man there he knows me hell he\'ll cut me some slack. My blue eyes they rate me am i an eight they say. A new suprise awaits me this can be a great day. Its been said to me that the clothes make the man. But before i even put them on i must be my biggest Fan...