That Picture

Do you ever look at that picture And wonder what happened? 'Cause I do. It fascinates me How I cry over what used to be Yet I don't know what that was. Do you ever look at that picture And wonder what changed? 'Cause I do. It amazes me How I would dream of past times Yet I can't even remember them. I always wonder What happened And what changed Was it me? Did I ruin everything? What did I do? Of course You'll tell me that It wasn't me That it had nothing To do with me. Do you ever look at that picture And cry your heart out, Or have the urge to rip it to shreds So you'll never have to look at it again? 'Cause I do. Every damn time.