We put our principles in a antique box
Yet we put our feelings in Pandora’s box  

We brush our problems under the rug
Yet we keep our skeletons under the bed

We all carry baggage with emotions inside
Yet hide those feelings of wanting to die

We keep our dreams locked in our minds
Yet we talk of things and look for signs

Is their a key to this mystery
Or is it something we just don’t want to be