Among My Souvenirs

There's nothing left for me Of days that used to be There's just a memory Among my souvenirs. Some letters tied in 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...