Paper Box

I built myself a paper box to live inside of And underneath the paper moon I hug my paper dolls I draw smiles on their faces and I write all of their happy thoughts And put them on my walls I'm so happy with my paper family I'm so happy, and everybody loves me Here inside my paper box there is no room for angry thoughts Unhappy tears are out of place upon a paper face My heart's made of papier-mâché and painted red And taught to move with every kiss I give away And taught to love this paper room And I'm so happy with my paper family I'm so happy and everybody loves, loves, loves me The paper leaves are falling fast on my origami garden by the sea Pieces of a life that's passed You were only ever real to me, to me I built myself a paper box

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