I was digging through some of my old junk when I found a picture of myself and my ex... Funny thing was it was torn in half with her missing from it... I wondered for a long time who ripped it in half because I know that I didn't... Then I thought it to be ironic... After these years... I looked deep at myself and realized... that the photo seem to show a little more then I gave it credit for... and I guess this is how I felt...

A PICTURE OF ME (WITHOUT YOU)



Dust on the table of memories
A place that nobody sees
So much for happy dreams
And it was lost at the seams
I see in the eyes was a flame
Never ever felt the same
The light never seems to fade
A soul that was ready to escape

(cc1)
I guess its just a painting of what was past
Only memories seem to last
Emotionless empty shell
A picture of me without you


Once again the eyes come alive
And its something we can't hide
It was before we met that night
With the flames gone and no light
Forces feel stronger but with caution
And its no more of just talking
There is no more anger in those veins
Just added is links of broken chains

(repeat CC1)

So look deep in that photograph
Realize it has been torn in half
As the rocking starts in the old chair
I can't feel anymore despair
Ain't too bad now that I am home
A price paid is to feel alone
So don't ask me what I been through
Just picture me without you

(repeat CC1)


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WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE

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