My Broken Souvenirs - Pussycat

For each moment of tears

I still had my souvenirs

Cherished in a pocket full of dreams

I could hold I could feel

Kept pretending they were real

Long time after lovers stayed away

Now a picture of you

I had cherished so true

Even kissed 'till I’d seen you again

But when

I’ve been crying today

Threw my memories away

Something died as I cried

For my broken souvenirs

Can I reach for the sun

Find a place I belong

Now you’re one of my broken souvenirs

If you’ll need me again

There’s no way you really can

Pasted pieces never make a whole

And if you leave your room

On some windy afternoon

Try to see where all the pieces flew

It was hard to get on

Since my memories were gone

But if you’ll ever see me again

I can

I’ve been crying today…