2000

There's a little stack of boxes on the floor

They hold the memories I can't remember anymore

The tattered cardboard has started to turn black

Slightly remember, but there's no turning back

The first of boxes sitting in the line

Contains the hate I used to have sometimes

While all the other boxes in the row

Have all the other feelings I don't show

So why don't you tell me your thoughts on life

You've never had to live with all this pain and strife

Life's only memories through flashbacks and lost stories

And looking through the boxes rids me of my worries

The second box that is sitting on the pile

Contains the fear that I have once in a while

And in the third box, something that I thought

Is all the worthlessness of me I've been taught

The memories all keep pouring in

I chuckle painfully at the extent of my sin

The lowest box has crumbled from the weight

Of all the other boxes to which I can relate.

So why don't you tell me your thoughts on life

You've never had to live with all this pain and strife

Life's only memories through flashbacks and lost stories

And looking through the boxes rids me of my worries

The final box is not pain and not bliss

But it's sincerely filled with happiness

The smallest box and most forgotten here

Was on the top but it's forgotten by the years

And underneath the box that was last

Are the pictures of my childhood and my past

Now I look at good instead of all the bad

And think about all the memories that I've had.

So why don't you tell me your thoughts on life

You've never had to live with all this pain and strife

Life's only memories through flashbacks and lost stories

And looking through the boxes rids me of my worries