I left her alone.

I will take a picture.

She took me back again.

I will take a picture.

She said she does not know why I love her.

I will take a picture.

So when I think of her,

I will take a picture.

She left me for someone new.

I will take a picture, because pictures meaningless without a memory.

She can change it.

She can add it.

She can erase it.

It does not matter anymore.

It does not matter anymore but

every time I take a picture.

Until it stops.