There's nothing
Left for me
Of days that used to be
I live in memories
Among my souvenirs
Some letters tied in blue
A photograph or two
I find a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Down in 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 live in memories
Among my souvenirs