Look at my picture,
On the wall,
Everyone who loves me,
Framed to be viewed by all.
I'll never take the paper,
Out of that frame.
What if it rips,
What if it makes me insane?
I hate to do this,
But you know you are a face in the crowd.
Smiling and waving,
Yet trying to look profound.
I'll still look at pictures,
I'll still smile at memories,
But we will never have what you all want.
"I can only make one of you happy."