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 have
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 lie
what good is a colour print of a a babydoll
when a little glance is enough to make me feel dull
i hope 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 wish it
should be here
what good is a photograph of you,
everytime i look at it, it makes me feel blue