boxes

Calling out to see if someone else will come my way Placing all my memories in wood boxes to decay And if someone would answer I might get up today But now im stuck here wondering Why no one around will stay Looking up to meet you near the park but you don’t show So I just stand here thinkin bout what it is I don’t know And in the end the reasons melt away like fallen snow So up spring my confusions and after long its time to go Walkin straight until I see a quality I lack And then I turn around and you just stabs me in the back When I should know that sometimes mysteries are proven facts I take on step there and two behind till I completely fall off track But maybe you and me could leave to see a better day Where memories in boxes get dug up and don’t decay Clawing out the dirt until above i spot a light Breaking through nothing has changed, the same old tired sight