A friend of mine passed away last week. We weren't that close, but still, her passing did leave an impression on me and everyone around. Life went on as usual, I was downloading songs more than ever. Until I came upon this song.
I've been dowloading songs with more energy these few days, to fuel the workload I've been under. This song had energy, but when I played on my winamp one more time. Memories of her and those that have left me flash across my mind. And all of a sudden, this song had meaning....


Photograph by Nickelback

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I've broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we'd know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
So hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me


It's always hard to say goodbye to them, but yet they live on in all of us. Photographs and videos are all the memory that's of them. To see them still move, to still hear them speak, it always gives me sense that they have never left.

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE