I saw a picture in the paper today.
A picture of a time it was ok to play.
A picture of a girl I used to know.
A picture of Kelsie Snyder; a picture of hope.
I look at this picture and my heart is so empty.
My eyes tear over; the love that was once there strikes me over and over
It’s not something she did; it’s the memory of the past.
It’s the lost love once again that always seems to last.
It’s as if my life is a revolving door.
The love comes in one day; the next it’s ripped and torn.
It must be me; I should of known it wouldn’t last.
But Kelsie, a part of me still loves you; a part of me lives in the past
So days like today when I’m stuck in my cage.
I will think of you and I will hurt and I will at times rage.
The rage is for you; it’s what gets me through.
But the hurt is so much worse; it is as if it’s a curse.
Kelsie, I still love you.