I have a little bag,
I keep it locked away,
Tightend with a pad lock
and locked with a chain
It stays in the closet,
Without mention or thought
Cause this bag of mine
Is it's own pandoras box
And I fill it up,
Almost every day,
With the questions and comments
And things that you say
But this bag of mine,
It's getting full you see...
But opening it
Just might destroy me
And that is a risk
I just can't take
Sorry my love In the closet it stays
But this mornig things changed ..
I went to the bag and found the broken chain
The pieces spilled out like childs play
I'm un sure now of what to do
But pick up the pieces two by two
And but them back in that bag of mine
Lock them away for good this time
But as I reach for each piece
The reality hits me,
This is my life and these are my feelings
Scattered around like a puzzle you found
And dumped on ground It's game over now
You wanted it open and now it is,
Good luck finding where each piece fits
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
I have a little bag,
I keep it locked away,
Tightend with a pad lock
and locked with a chain
It stays in the closet,
Without mention or thought
Cause this bag of mine
Is it's own pandoras box
And I fill it up,
Almost every day,
With the questions and comments
And things that you say
But this bag of mine,
It's getting full you see...
But opening it
Just might destroy me
And that is a risk
I just can't take
Sorry my love In the closet it stays
But this mornig things changed ..
I went to the bag and found the broken chain
The pieces spilled out like childs play
I'm un sure now of what to do
But pick up the pieces two by two
And but them back in that bag of mine
Lock them away for good this time
But as I reach for each piece
The reality hits me,
This is my life and these are my feelings
Scattered around like a puzzle you found
And dumped on ground It's game over now
You wanted it open and now it is,
Good luck finding where each piece fits
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