Among My Souvenirs

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be

I live in memory among my souvenirs

Some letters tied with blue, of photograph or two

I see a rose from you among my souvenirs

A few more tokens rest within 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

A few more tokens rest within 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