Locking Boxes.

Smile like you mean it, and I'll do the same.
Baby, I've spent a week locking boxes
Inside my head.

I'll tie them up with warning type
And back away slowly

On Tuesday there was sadness
On Wednesday I saw red.
Yeah I've spent a week locking boxes
Inside my head.

What a mess you've made.

Not of me, not of me,
NOT OF ME
.

And if my eyes are hard, I apologize.
Inside I'm a little dead.
I've spent a week locking boxes
Inside my head.

Girl, you knew one day it would hurt.
It's the nature of love to die.
And it will always feel too soon, too soon, too soon.

But now, there is nothing left to lose....

The boxes are closed.
The boxes are closed.
The boxes are closed.

The End.

The End

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