Wrapped up in Cellophane

I can see your pain wrapped up in the cellophane
It is so clear , it is so in vain
What would you like to preserve
You haven't got the nerve
To open up and consume your grief
Instead you are hungry for relief
I don't have all the answers, though I have a hunch
Your heart's in the right place, but you are out to lunch
There's no need for me to explain, you're all wrapped up in cellophane