Photographs

The photographs are fading fast
And the frames have fallen off the wall
The glass is broken into pieces
There's a clean spot where the picture was before

The past is in the past
But I just can't leave it there
It keeps coming back to me
No matter how hard I try to leave it behind

If I try to look ahead
My vision becomes blurry
Time goes by too fast
And the past always catches up

Why does it always follow me like this?
The old photographs go back up
Even after they fall
Because I don't want to replace them