Moths scare me
but I feel I have to show
them to other people
I have my secret box
and she holds my problems
but now she's filling up
and she's becoming my problems.
All the other boxes I have
are empty as blue eyes
and how she's filling up
two blue holes they call eyes.
You can see right through her
I never was good at packing
but at least she holds me together
until she breaks under my pressure.
I hurt her, that hurts me
but the truth comes out
the truth is in the shape of a moth
but it's still the truth.
And so a sword cut me from my box
and my box is all alone
or maybe I'm just alone
and someone else can use the box.
So the sword with pretty eyes
won't look at me anymore
and i have no box to store my pain
unless I want to hurt us again.
I've been robbed of all in sight
and I do not want to fight
cause I know you'll win
you always win.
I glance towards you
connected by our eyes
as the hope arises
the dream slowly dies.
