Once two smiles caught in a photograph,
now a friendship ripped in half.

Since the day you said Goodbye;
since the day you made me cry.

The photograph was torn apart
on the day you broke my heart.

Its pieces scattered on the ground.
My head kept spinning round and round.

Where did it go wrong? What wasn't quiet right?
I went over what I'd said night after night.

I tore down every inch of my Soul,
then desperately tried to fill its hole.

I used faked smiles and fake friends,
claiming real friendship never ends.

I blamed you for all the things I'd done,
even years after you were gone.

But now I know no one was to blame
for the extinguishing of our friendship's flame.

So I glue back the pieces of my broken heart.
I mend it together using our photograph.

I no longer look back thinking it's a shame
that what we had will never be the same.

'Cause how could things that even be
when I've become a whole different me?