A Photograph of You

What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue
What use is a souvenir of something we once had
When all it ever does is make me feel bad?
I wish I could tear it up
But then again I haven’t the guts
I wish I could throw it on the fire, I wish I could
But to say I would, I’d be a liar
What good is a colour print of a little baby doll
When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?
I hoped I would misplace it
But then I take such good care of it
I wish it would disappear, I say I wish
But then I relish it being here
What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue