My Box

My Box

I take out my box and I take a look inside

To see if my past, my present, my future coincide

In it lies a rose I gave to a love I once did know

Now it is dead because it was not allowed to grow

There is the yellow button that use to be on your dress

It came off that night that we made our mess

Who knew that just one mistake would end us so

When we decided two of us would stay and one had to go

In the corner a piece of rice that was never thrown

Because when I got there, you had already gone

Now to early others are looking inside my box as they cry

Although I really do not understand the reason why

Don’t they understand I could not stand what was thrown away?

And that in the end guilt always makes you pay

As one mistake compounds into more and more

Things just get worse and worse than they were before

Now as they gradually lower my box into the ground

Down to the dirt that I knew that I was bound

The last time I took my box and looked inside

I found my past, my present, my future did coincide

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