I’m sitting here inside the box, To be honest, there are They will get everything I have, But I know I can’t just bury myself here The day will surely come To this place, which I cannot call my own.
pie-eyed by the taste of solitary.
I’m trying to be deaf from all those knocks, for
as I open, they might kill me savagely.
really monsters outside this zone.
They mask themselves with beautiful faces,
and expect me come out of here, dear.
and change everything I am.
That’s why I fill this box with concealment
to make them not find me.
forever, for someday I must get out.
I know I shall someday face those freak creatures.
I know those knocks must someday be answered.
that I will find all my courage;
I will bid farewell to this place, to
this place, which I cannot call my home..
To this box in which I don’t really belong.