Little box on the ground,Broken box,will you ever be found? Inside me,you sit and waitBut it's so dark herelost forever, sadly, is your fate. I cannot find youI cannot seeI cannot findthis box; the old me. You are lost,you'll never be foundso get comfortablethere on the ground. But I suppose, it's not that bad,My friends- we are closeand I have memories- the best to be had.
