A Photograph Of You

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