There's nothing
left for me...
of days that
used to be...
There's just
some memories
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
con-so-lation...
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...