The box
Don't give me something to hold in my handSomething else to believe inCause I'm over itAnd your reasons for wanting to stayYour reasons for wanting to changeMy reasons for everything are dull to you…
I have tried but I don't fitInto this box I'm living withWell, I could go wildBut you might lock me up…
And I have tried but I don't fitInto this box you call a giftWhen I could be wild and freeBut god forbid then you might envy me…
So don't give me love with an old book of rulesThat kind of love's just for foolsAnd I'm over itAnd my reasons for walking awayMy reasons for wanting to changeMy reasons for everything are lost with you…
I have tried but I don't fitInto this box I'm living withWell I could go wildBut you might lock me up…
I have tried but I don't fitInto this box you call a giftWhen I could be wild and freeBut god forbid, then you might envy me…
I have tried…Into this box…Well I could go wild…But you might lock me up…
I have tried but I don't fitInto this box you call a giftWhen I could be wild and freeBut god forbid, then you might envy me…
I could be wild and freeBut god forbid, then you might…