Trapped in a lonely box
All the walls are doors
I have the keys to the locks
Not sure if i need them anymore
Are you the one who knocks?
I have a gift for you in store
You can call it a box of rocks
They were once called memories before
The voices in the head now talks
They tell me to find a cure
All the day they sound like clocks
Life is now just a chore
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