I look back on these pictures
Only a memory
That reveals the true feelings captured inside of a camera lens
Reflecting places, people, and things
Where I've gone, What I've seen, Who I've been with
When I see those pictures,
my wistful memory tells me how I was so happy
Now I just sit here trying to create better, and happier memories
But it doesn't seem to work anymore
I try too hard and think too much
Just for a memory
To be a bust
All I do is
Hope that one day
Things will lighten up and be true
So I can look at more pictures again
And realize those feelings never left after all