I was obsessed with "picture perfect"
I searched the world inside and out,
For a single moment I could say,
Is what life all about,
My life was viewed through lenses,
My camera a medal I worn with pride,
I thought it held the moments,
That I'd always keep inside,
But looking back at photos,
I can't remember how I felt,
The noise that the world make,
Or the way the warm air smelt,
I don't remember how my day was,
If it was good or bad,
I've just a snapshot of a moment,
So I gave away my camera,
And now use my eyes instead for my scrapbook,
That I've made inside my head,
I always thought my photos,
We're ways to make my moments last,
But you remember life much better
When you don't view it through glass.
