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The thought of me not fitting Neatly into their box Sacres them for some reason Not quite this, not fully that I don't check off All the things on the list To call me one or the other  
I feel around me in the dark,  A wall, two walls, three, then four.  I’m in a box,  I cannot escape, I’m shouting, screaming Help me! But no one hears,
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Little music box please keep turning your all I have  and all I need. Please darling  I know you have been dropped  and left empy  but i promise to wind you up forever
There's a box everyone is given From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies In that box he is commanded to fit in It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
Friends with benefits What's the benefit When I'm falling in love And you're looking down from the cliff
Life is a box, and people think inside of it.  Each wall of the box is made of a different material. Water, Steel, Pebble, Sand, Air, and Paper.
What if the world was a box And we were trapped inside What if it’s shut-up with locks On each and every side How do we escape Does anyone know How do we escape This never ending show
There once was a fox Who lived in a box Who ate bagels and lox Who was friends with an ox Who liked the Red Sox And they both came down with chicken pox!
I try to stay away from you But you keep on coming back I see the desperation but I do not give a flack You're a crazy creepy stalking pig who I want far, far away but you just seem to return to me
They have never known the peace that trickles
I'm stuck in a box full of language and clocks. my chest is squeezed tight and I can't love right.
I will be whoever the fuck I want. Let me repeat that. I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want. Everyone is putting themselves in boxes, "I'm straight!." "I'm Gay!" "I'm Bi!"
He sat there, Alone. Staring from a distance At the one he wanted the most.   What a cruel world That would not let him be. What a cruel world, To stop him from loving.  
Sadistic you are Weary is I The battle has been won Are you proud? Is there enjoyment in pain, pain that you have caused? Do I deserve it, no
I've got a box, No bigger then my hand I've got a box, and it's filled with memories Burnt from loose cigarettes, they're frayed and black Papers with words and scars from bleeding quills
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