The Box के बोल

Your existence is mine to thank For every sincere emotion I know And your apathy makes it all the more gripping The four walls of aspiration have closed in My movement has been limited I can no longer close my eyes Once in a while you come and feed me Through the slats You let the light in You gave me some cerulean pictures of yourself I resisted the desire to cut my wrists with the sharp edges Strange how I should find it such a struggle After all, you gave me plenty of preperation I often dream of escape To find you in the physical world But then I envisage you smothered in humanity And I swallow the proverbial key