My box
I used to be a box that’s filled with different things
Each one is unique, guess what’s inside
Can be happiness, love, or other feelings
Who knows what kind of secrets I hide?
But to your surprise, the box was now empty
Every time people opened it, they show their sympathy
People got no use for an empty box
So they filled It up with rocks.
It got heavier and heavier
The burden inside the box couldn’t deal the weight
So it made a hole… that’s where I learned to hate.
My box
I used to be a box that’s filled with different things
Each one is unique, guess what’s inside
Can be happiness, love, or other feelings
Who knows what kind of secrets I hide?
But to your surprise, the box was now empty
Every time people opened it, they show their sympathy
People got no use for an empty box
So they filled It up with rocks.
It got heavier and heavier
The burden inside the box couldn’t deal the weight
So it made a hole… that’s where I learned to hate.
First meeting was good, the second not so bad
But until now every time I see you,
I can't help but to feel sad.
Meeting you was either by chance or by fate
But in time, days and months or even years passed
you can turn into someone I would hate.