f e e l

Every wall has a picture and every wall has a memory,
Every wall has a picture,
but there are no pictures of me.
I feel like there's no tomorrow and there is nothing to do today,
Canned lover,I am food for you--can't you see that it will always be this way?
It's been awhile since affection has run its course through my body..
the euphoria is coming down,Green mint tea means recovery,but it's not enough..
green mint tea on the floor and all around.
I never know the right thing to say,
but it's all crashing down on me,
anyway--this doesn't have to be real,
Empty containers strewn about all over the place and dancing lights in my face,
but I can't catch..this is how I feel.
Memories were meant to fade when friendships should last forever,
but take a picture,
And sometimes pictures dissolve in dislike when friendships fade..
don't be mad at her.
Should I speak the words,
canned lover,even though I'm not good at what I say?
I need a hug and I need a voice,
but you ignore and it's all crashing down on me, anyway.
I feel small,
my heart is always heavy,
and now it bleeds..
this doesn't have to be real,
Broken glass beneath my feet and the stars are close--so sweet,
but I can't touch..this is how I feel.