As I admire the smiles on the people in the photo I think "What am I missing this time?" I'm always racing, chasing, someone, somewhere, That isn't mine Thinking that the gra** is greener on the other side Thinking that in your shoes I'll be satisfied. First admiration, then contemplation Tricking my mind... 'cause I know that photographs lie. Well photographs lie they fool my eyes They show me something that is not It's like fire that makes me desire What they have while they may want what I've got And this romanticism is like a prison 'Cause life won't turn out to how it is foreseen So will any body care or just be there To pick up our shattered dreams Admiring you while you may be admiring me Photographs painting a false picture of reality And I think I'd rather leave it, just leave it as a blur. Instead of lamenting over the past Of things that never were.