The Box
The box I am in it has no windows, it has no door, it has no halls.
This box I am in it lacks compassion, it treats me bad, it makes me small.
This box is labeled with all the things that I've ever done so wrong.
These walls keep out all the pretty people and their very pretty songs.
This box I am in it has ideas, one pill, two pills and twenty more.
This box is set on setting goals and setting stones of things in store.
This box controls me, it suffocates me, I can't breathe, I want to die.
I hate the feelings this box gives me, it hates to see me with dry eyes.
This box I am in it lacks compassion, it treats me bad, it makes me small.
This box is labeled with all the things that I've ever done so wrong.
These walls keep out all the pretty people and their very pretty songs.
This box I am in it has ideas, one pill, two pills and twenty more.
This box is set on setting goals and setting stones of things in store.
This box controls me, it suffocates me, I can't breathe, I want to die.
I hate the feelings this box gives me, it hates to see me with dry eyes.