foolish pride can reap destruction i feel its darts to the mind i let my pride stand in between us never knowing that i had built a wall protecting a need inside me i was a fool thinking only of me not seeing nothing more than my precious pride and ego now all the left for me pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of love pieces of the past pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of love pieces of the past time is made with face a shadow and like a thief in the night it comes to call slowly creeping it disappears in the light but i won t ever break that the chain around me i ll find away to shine off the things that bind me memories still spinning their webs upon me but now i m left alone pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of chorus love pieces of the past pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of love pieces of the past pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of love pieces of the past pieces of a photograph i tore in half pieces of love pieces of the past 