Box

I'm growing tired of these games
These long-winded, wretched little games
You'll take away my books & shut me up with dirty looks
But you will never make a fool out of me

So put me out to pasture
& round up all the sheep
I'm a stumbling disaster
& I'd rather be asleep

Wandering 'round in a fog
Somehow she never gets caught
The proof is in the pudding & the pudding's on the floor
& all she's gotta do is walk right out that door

I'm growing tired of the liars & deceivers that are in this world–
Why is the crier the only voice in town that seems to go unheard?

You can take it all away, I'm ready to resign–
There's nothing you can do to ever change my mind

I'm growing tired of this life
This cyclical, sadistic life
You'll lock me in a box & fill my head with question marks
But you will never get the truth out of me

Stuck inside this playpen
With nothing but my thoughts
Chaotic constellations
Don't try to connect the dots

Playing old songs every night
I never bother to write
I love to look out windows, but now when does that become
A way to watch the world from safe inside my home?

You can take it all away, I'm throwing in the towel–
There's nothing you can say to try and stop me now

Don't think I'll go to heaven
But still I'm not afraid
I made a deal with the devil
& now it's time to be paid



Credits
Writer(s): Olivia Zalevsky
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