Photograph

Everytime I see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph,
And I realize you're not coming back anymore

I thought I'd make it,
The day you went away
But I can't make it,
Til you come home again to stay

I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears, I cry for you
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey

Now you're expecting me to live without you
But that's not something that I'm looking forward to...

Everytime I see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go
But all I've got is a photograph,
And I realize you're not coming back anymore