only a memory
smithereens, the
my mind is filled with thoughts of you
i think about the days of two
i search the room but you're not there
your perfume lingers everywhere
of what our love was going to be
broken bits of you and me
in a world of pain i have no peer
you fade away and disappear
and now i have to learn the game
where no one wins or takes the blame
of what our love was going to be
of what our love was going to be
broken bits of you and me
why should it matter if i cry?
i sit around and wonder why
now i feel much too weak to live
and i've got nothing left to give
of what our love was going to be
broken bits of you and me