This box is quite confining
It's crowded with thousands of fears
The cardboard smell is suffocated
The paper's soaked through with tears.
You'd figure this dampened cramped place
Would have killed me far before now
If I hadn't starved to death
In my own tears I would have drown
But no: I'm still here
And I've no reason left to shout
I've lost all sense of urgency,
but would you mind maybe letting me out? |
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