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