♫Picking Up the Pieces♫

♫Now she's gone

And I'm picking up the pieces

I want to cry

But you don't see that I'm woman your type

Cause she's good

In her shadow is it me you see

Cause all that's left is you and I

And I'm picking up the pieces

She left behind♫

 

Sometimes it's not about the quality of the photo, but the pathos that it appeals to. What do you feel when looking at this shot?

Done