I'm sitting in my box alone
Wondering if this is the final stepping stone
where's it gonna lead me
I'm afraid to be free
I'd rather be gratefully dead
lying in the middle of my box on the garage sale bed
I'm always unlucky
never finding that 4 leaf clover or ending up lucky
taking shots to eeze the pain
plus my mom's taking me down memory lane
when I'm scared, I hug my teddy bears hoping for no more fears, no more forever nightmare! ! !
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