I miss my little cardboard box,
Back when I was young
I miss sitting and playing with blocks
We used to have so much fun
I miss my little cardboard box,
I'd sit in there for hours
Mess around sticks and rocks,
Make potions out of flowers
Now I'm almost twenty four,
I guess I'm all grown now
Even still I long for before,
In my little cardboard house
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 2:44 PM UTC
I miss my little cardboard box,
Back when I was young
I miss sitting and playing with blocks
We used to have so much fun
I miss my little cardboard box,
I'd sit in there for hours
Mess around sticks and rocks,
Make potions out of flowers
Now I'm almost twenty four,
I guess I'm all grown now
Even still I long for before,
In my little cardboard house
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