Life in a Box

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Can I have your attention please? This is the story of me

A story about me figuring out Who I’m tryin’ to be

I’m not a very good son, My mother thinks I’m a bum

But can you hear my heart sing as I wonder by marching To the beat of my own drum?

Standing alone in the crowd, Here on my own waiting to be found

Singing a song that’s not making a sound, Giving all that I’ve got, tryin’ to not Live my life in a box

Seems like I never win, Tired of the fight to fit in

Wringing my hands, afraid to make plans Waiting for life to begin

A dollar chasing a dime, Stumbling around like I’m blind

Not trusting myself, asking everyone else, Looking outside for a sign

Standing alone in the crowd, Here on my own waiting to be found

Singing a song that’s not making a sound, Giving all that I’ve got, tryin’ to not Live my life in a box

Wond’ring what I have to give, Second guessing my gifts

I can’t take anymore, This is no way to live