Lockbox


Lockbox

Caught up in a world of pain
Like I'm prone to do
Just put my thoughts in a small lockbox
And place it far from view

When did all the days start to run together
And nights begin to seep
Time spins on despite the weather
And all the tears I weep

I never wanted to be so grim
But now I love the grey
A world away from that old lockbox
And still a word away
From you

I really thought that I was something special
Really thought that I was bold and new
I really thought that I was somehow different
Because I locked away the truth

I'm still a word away
From you.

J.M Rogers

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