I live in a box called torture and pain
It's made of materials like sorrow and shame
the walls have deteriorated and soon will fall down
It's becomming harder to smile, all that's left is a frown
If anyone can hear me, please pay me a visit
I am no longer in control and I am ready to give in
This box that I live in is one of a kind
This house that I've built is all in my mind
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 10:33 AM UTC
I live in a box called torture and pain
It's made of materials like sorrow and shame
the walls have deteriorated and soon will fall down
It's becomming harder to smile, all that's left is a frown
If anyone can hear me, please pay me a visit
I am no longer in control and I am ready to give in
This box that I live in is one of a kind
This house that I've built is all in my mind
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