The Box

Open up my soul with the tools i gave to you
Find the box ive hidden in there
But dont open
It
Will scare you to see inside there, right now
Im scared to look in there too
Filled with so much, you wont believe the box can
hold
me back as much as i am held back, so much
Filled to busrting but always being filled
A contradiction made solid, real, wrong
Pick the box up from its
place
your hands inside my soul and find me, carefully
We are fragile
We are hurt
We are scared of this all, again and again
Pushing me
Down
Away
And always i return for more, no hope anymore