Photographs

As he laid there, his life flashed in front of him
 He wonders if he can take back some of his past
 As he looks back on everything; he's got so much, he feels there's
 something missing
 I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
 I never felt this type of pain
 My photographs
 I want them back
 My photographs
 I want them back
 So he wanders through all his photographs
 A tear falls down his face cause he wants it back
 I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
 I never felt this type of pain
 My photographs
 I want them back
 My photographs
 I want them back
 Photographs, my photographs
 The blackest night, we never needed more
 We used to dream of all that we wished for
 I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
 I never felt this type of pain
 My photographs
 I want them back
 My photographs
 I want them back
 My photographs
 I want them back
 My photographs
 I want them back