This Picture - Reba McEntire

That old picture with my arm around you

Tore it to pieces this morning at two

Score one for me

I took your portrait off the living room wall

Then I started on the ones in the hall

Had a bonfire

I decided it was time to forget

So I got rid of every picture you left

But what do I do with this picture of you in my mind

I close my eyes and I still see you saying goodbye

I know I’d be okay if I could just throw away

This picture

I walk alone down a crowded street

And see your face in everybody I meet

When’s it going to end

Every single night I crawl into bed

Hoping sleep will keep you out of my head

I should know better

Every time I turn around there you are

I never thought your memory would go this far