Box
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With a big smile on the face,carryng their little wrapped box in their head they approach you.
Before you have time to reveal yourself they desire to zap your power and pull out the little box
The thought of me not fitting
Neatly into their box
Sacres them for some reason
Not quite this, not fully that
I don't check off
All the things on the list
To call me one or the other
I feel around me in the dark,
A wall, two walls, three, then four.
I’m in a box,
I cannot escape,
I’m shouting, screaming
Help me!
But no one hears,
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Little music box
please keep turning
your all I have
and all I need.
Please darling
I know you have been dropped
and left empy
but i promise to wind you up forever
There's a box everyone is given
From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies
In that box he is commanded to fit in
It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
Friends with benefits
What's the benefit
When I'm falling in love
And you're looking down from the cliff
Life is a box, and people think inside of it.
Each wall of the box is made of a different material. Water, Steel, Pebble, Sand, Air, and Paper.
What if the world was a box
And we were trapped inside
What if it’s shut-up with locks
On each and every side
How do we escape
Does anyone know
How do we escape
This never ending show
There once was a fox
Who lived in a box
Who ate bagels and lox
Who was friends with an ox
Who liked the Red Sox
And they both came down with chicken pox!
I try to stay away from you
But you keep on coming back
I see the desperation
but I do not give a flack
You're a crazy creepy stalking pig
who I want far, far away
but you just seem to return to me
I'm stuck in a box
full of language and clocks.
my chest is squeezed tight
and I can't love right.
I will be whoever the fuck I want.
Let me repeat that.
I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want.
Everyone is putting themselves in boxes,
"I'm straight!."
"I'm Gay!"
"I'm Bi!"
He sat there,
Alone.
Staring from a distance
At the one he wanted the most.
What a cruel world
That would not let him be.
What a cruel world,
To stop him from loving.
Sadistic you are
Weary is I
The battle has been won
Are you proud?
Is there enjoyment in pain,
pain that you have caused?
Do I deserve it, no
I've got a box, No bigger then my hand
I've got a box, and it's filled with memories
Burnt from loose cigarettes, they're frayed and black
Papers with words and scars from bleeding quills
