Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Boxes


We box ourselves in boxes
we box our soul inside
it's safer in the boxes
if we don't show that we're crying

'What can I get for you today? '

'How 'bout a piece of your soul?

'You see, everyone lives in boxes
and I'm trying to break them out'


We all live in boxes
to pay for our coffins


'How are you doing today? '

'Fine, thank you.' /actually I feel terrible

but we don't want a customer complaint

so give 'em what they want to hear,
bury yourself, box up the tears

from inside the box there's no keyhole
so we make one for our own

let in the light
let it shine into our soul

don't hide your feelings
don't live a lie

everyone lives in boxes
why do we box ourselves inside?


We box ourselves in boxes
we box our soul inside
it's safer in the boxes
if we don't show that we're tired

tired of living in boxes.

Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013

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