Faces on the Wall

I'm staring at the faces. The faces on the wall. I think I'll find them in the spaces. But I can't, I just can't. From the fights to the madness in my house. It's like I'm a mouse. Stuck in a trap trying to get out. I look at the faces. The faces on the wall. And finally realizing I have it all. I have a boyfriend who's always there. Friends and family who cares. I shouldn't be complaining. I should be living. The pictures helped. And the memories stayed. So now you see. Those faces on the wall are once again me.