THAT IMAGE
THAT IMAGE
Whenever my thoughts turn to love and romance,
It’s always the same image enters my head.
The picture of you and me in that last dance
And how you walked off and just left me behind.
Whenever I hear what I thought was our song,
I ponder again what it was I did wrong.
I’ve tried to move on and to lower my sights,
But your image invades all my restless nights.
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