Little Box

I sit here in my lonely little room,
clutching my little box where my heart screams so silently.

It wants to be set free,
but I hold my little box in my hands tighter then ever before.

It slowly stops the struggle,
it has given up all hope,
just as I have...

Slowly but surely,
it is now dead...

Rotting inside my little box,
now so still in my hands...

Now my dead heart lies here,
dead in my little box so loudly beating...