I keep a picture in my pocket, the one of you and me.
It reminds me of the way that things used to be.
It's my sun when the days are cloudy,
it's the smile on my face.
it makes me think of of when we would embrace, your hand in mine, everything was just fine.
Now here comes reality, tugging at my heart, the good feeling is gone and i'm reminded of how were apart.
No longer do we share those special moments, no longer in letters do you say "love always"
was it real or just a lie?
It's hard to separate true love from just words sometimes........
