All The Pictures On The Wall

And all the pictures on the wall

Serve only to remind you of it all

The wasted days we could have lived

Now we're left with nothing left to give

There was a time I really loved you

But when that was I just can't say

As all the memories merge into one

As each day becomes each day

The clock hands ticking on the wall

Are just reminders of it all

The wasted days we could have lived

Now we're left with nothing left to give

We used to meet each others' eyes

And that's all we'd have to say

Now we don't talk that much at all

The further our eyes seem to stray

And in a funny kind of way

This empty room was full one day

Full of love that we once shared - now it all looks so bare

The silent walls whose cracks I feel -

But is there room to let the hatred heal?