Sunday, March 17, 2013

Your box

I'm listening to a live concert album that I recorded from the day after I met you. That day, I had no idea you'd end up being in my life. 


You're in a box. You say you want out. But you do nothing. You just try to pull me in there with you. I try to help you. And I just get burned. And end up in the box as well. 



It's sad to think that you might just stay there... in that box. And I won't be in that box with you. I might not even be anywhere near it. 


There's only so many times you can wait for someone to grow, or come around. Sometimes, there's a limit on what you can do and how much you can do for someone... They have to want to change, to meet you half way. 


It's just hard to see you slowly close the lid of that box on yourself. I've literally tried everything.


http://ia600708.us.archive.org/23/items/PBB112011-11-02.PBB112011-11-02/09NothingToSay.mp3

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