I Don't Like Boxes

You put me in a box

and there is where I stayed

It was cold, dark, and lonely,

but I loved you anyway

Then a light approached me

and I took a peep outside

The air was warm and full of love,

so beautiful I cried

Now you want me back there,

and I'm trying to climb back in,

but I don't know how to close this box

I never belonged in

You say you want me happy

and it's you that makes me so

If I had a chance back then

I would have broke out long ago

I don't want you to hate me,

I already hate myself

If I could I'd close this box

and have it stored on the highest shelf

Loving from a distance was different way back when

Now I've loved you up close, and I can't go back again

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