Photograph

Sixteen. You looked like a photograph.

Pristine. I still recall when I saw you.

And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you.

That was then. This is now.

And I often wonder how I've held myself together for so long.

Honor was lost. Rumors were true

What came through town and wiped out everyone I knew?

I won't break down. No, not this time.

That faded photograph's not yours. It's mine.

You knew me better than anyone.

Is it me who's changed or is it everyone?

But I still see you. This distance makes us closer.

By my side. I Tell myself that I still see you

Even though I'm broke in two ways

Empty hands a different face

I might as well just change my name and leave this town.

I think anonymity's what's needed now.

I won't be a martyr. It's too overrated.

Where the hell's that picture I've always wanted painted?

I may not have the answer. All I really need is time

And I may never find it out

But I'll be damned if I won't try.

It's not so bad. There's still a few.

It must have been my eyes distorting everyone I knew.

I won't break down. No, Not this time.

This faded photograph's not yours.