Album: A Broken Frame
What good is a photograph of you
Everytime I look at it It makes me feel blue
What use is a souvenir
Of something we once had
When all it ever does is Make me feel bad
I wish I could tear it up But then again I haven’t the guts
I wish I could throw it on the fire
I wish I could
But to say I would
I’d be a liar
What good is a colour print
Of a little baby doll
When just one little glance
Is enough to make me feel dull
I hoped I would misplace it But then I take such good care of it
I wish it would disappear
I say I wish
But then I relish
It being here