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pretty box colleting dust in the corner
i see you stare
i know you know its there
i know you try to hide that you care
pretty box colleting dust in the corner
it shins and calls out to you
what should you do?
open it and see its wounders?
or sit there and hope the feeling gose away?
it wispers secrets but really has nothing to say
it wispers secrets while in your bed you lay
pretty box colleting dust in the corner
how much time has passed
you have risisted its call for so long
but how much longer can you go on
when you see it you also hear my voice i wisper open it
when you see it you see my smile
i see you craking only time left is a little while
everyday your hand slips close to the box
everyday i see the want in your eyes
you say you don't want to open it but i hear the lies
pretty box colleting dust in the corner
your want has finally over come you
you open it and hold your breath
you open it to find nothing less
than my beating heart and a simple note attached
you read the note and your eyes tear
it reads
you stare at my last gift i gave
this lets you know i will always be your love slave
my heart it beats and blood gose through my veins
but with this present i let go of my pain
here is my heart i do not want it back
keep it and know that i died to make you happy
and no i don't care if you think this is sappy
pretty box finally open and cleaned off
it no longer sits in the coner and it will forever remined you of the one you lost