Pussycat - my broken souvenirs

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