I hold a picture
In my hand
I look into the girls eyes
And try to understand
She was happy then
So very full of life
She never knew that she'd become
A person she would despise
The girl in the picture
Is no longer me
I want to be her again
But I feel like I'll never be
I rip the picture up
And then it is burned
That girl has been stolen from me
Never to be returned
