A Photograph Of You

What good is a photograph of you Everytime I look at it It makes me feel blue What use is a souvenir Of something we once had When all it ever does is Make me feel bad I wish I could tear it up But then again I haven't the guts I wish I could throw it on the fire I wish I could But to say I would I'd be a liar What good is a colour print Of a little baby doll When just one little glance Is enough to make me feel dull I hoped I would misplace it But then I take such good care of it I wish it would disappear I say I wish But then I relish It being here