I have a picture of you on my hand
I used to keep it for so long...

I'm just like a book
Everybody can read...

I'm like a mirror on the wall
Thinking about how they will see...

I didn't see your worth
exactly how...

There was a time I would tell you
all that ached inside...

Soon the man you choose
Wipe your tiring eyes...

I close my eyes not to see
But the pain was hardly keep...

I needed my freedom
For me to have it all back...

In the old rocking chair he was sitting
singing an old song with the birds humming...

Like a cloud
I felt like heaven...

I am sending you again a letter
Hope to make you feel better...

Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces...