Sixteen. You looked like a photograph.   Pristine. I still recall when I saw you.   And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you.   That was then. This is now.   And I often wonder how I've held myself together for so long.   Honor was lost. Rumors were true   What came through town and wiped out everyone I knew?   I won't break down. No, not this time.   That faded photograph's not yours. It's mine.   You knew me better than anyone.   Is it me who's changed or is it everyone?   But I still see you. This distance makes us closer.   By my side. I Tell myself that I still see you   Even though I'm broke in two ways   Empty hands a different face   I might as well just change my name and leave this town.   I think anonymity's what's needed now.   I won't be a martyr. It's too overrated.   Where the hell's that picture I've always wanted painted?   I may not have the answer. All I really need is time   And I may never find it out   But I'll be damned if I won't try.   It's not so bad. There's still a few.   It must have been my eyes distorting everyone I knew.   I won't break down. No, Not this time.   This faded photograph's not yours.      Thanks to Ali (ali10585@hotmail.com) for these lyrics