Pictures

Tear the posters off the wall,
they don't mean what they used to.
Faces black then faded,
torn on the edges, taped again.
The images mock your soul,
their shadows black and dark.

You can't blame me,
I hate this part, hate this part.
Just break down the walls,
they weren't meant to be left standing;
the foundation of our home,
broken like you and me.

All of the pictures left on the wall,
they don't look like they used to.
Frames clean then broken,
not able to be fixed again.
Shattered glass scatters the floor,
bloody footprints on the rug.

You can't blame me,
I hate this part, hate this part.
Just break down the walls,
they weren't meant to be left standing;
the foundation of our home,
broken like you and me.