Faces on the wall,
they hung our faces on the wall.
They love us, but they left us,
they were kind, but end up vicious.
They'd invite us for a picture,
then they treated us like dirt;
their love is worth a thousand words;
and soon we're just a memory,
a picture in a frame...
Though they miss you time to time,
they always see us on the wall.
but you won't ever get a call:
they cried the day when we were born,
and cry the day we're dead,
then they suddenly get happy thoughts
when staring at our pictures.
But they already forgot about you,
ignored us like an eight-ball.
They don't miss what's left behind,
they hung our faces on the wall.