Among My Souvenirs

There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

They're just a memory among my souvenirs

Some letters sad and blue

A 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

I count them all apart, and as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart among my souvenirs