Holding on




Tied to my leash is a box of cartboard
What's inside is yet to be explored
What I've been dragging no one dares to touch
This dirty tear soaked box is for them to much

I know this weight could lift you up
I know you could free the inner pup
But I'm afraid of what it might do to you
How can I tell if these feelings are true?

This rose will wither without her water
Its not easy, it might end in slaughter
What I carry along I cannot hide
I drag around a box with love inside
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