Another moment of life will lapse.
We all need a way for it not to pass.
How do we prove something strange?
Take a picture to resist our change.
All of the acids in just a single lab,
Let me grasp what I can never have.
My camera and I make one last stand.
Pictures with smiles are in my hand.
Why can't the joyful shots be of me?
I want to be a part of a good memory.
When I am dead how else do I pass on,
If everyone else around me is gone?
A camera is the only way to prove,
An entire life I lived just to lose.
You take pictures of the good times,
All I can keep are the moral crimes.
Photos more then words can hold up,
Since we can't trust those we love.
I'll be loved for nothing one day,
I wish Kodaks weren't the only way.
Without pictures you could forget,
That my impression was ever left.
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