THERE'S NOTHING
LEFT FOR ME
OF DAYS
THAT USED TO BE
THEY'RE JUST A MEMORY
AMONG MY SOUVENIRS
SOME LETTERS
TIED IN BLUE
A PHOTOGRAPH OR TWO
I SEE A ROSE FROM YOU
AMONG MY SOUVENIRS
A FEW MORE
TOKENS REST
WITHIN MY
TREASURE CHEST
AND THOUGH
THEY DO THEIR BEST
TO GIVE ME
CONSOLATION
I COUNT THEM ALL APART
AND AS
THE TEARDROPS START
I FIND A BROKEN HEART
AMONG MY SOUVENIRS
I COUNT THEM ALL APART
AND AS
THE TEARDROPS START
I FIND A BROKEN HEART
AMONG MY SOUVENIRS