I heard someone suffered to give you life to make you mine

Carry you everywhere dear old friend you always lend a hand

You kiss me on the cheek as I speak secrets of the heart

All of these years I never asked myself what's inside the box

Open you up to look inside

Finally see the truth that you hide

You're made of sorrow hard work no morrow

I try not to think about it

Nobody knows no one cares - Where stuff comes from

Life goes on everywhere - Doesn't worry us at all

Anything I can't see - Disappears from

My life is hard enough - No more room for us care

When you are old and frail I'll frown a bit, then dispose of you

Maybe I'll keep you locked tight in a drawer, then go find someone new

Soon before long I will forget I ever had you in my life, moving to the next

Next big thing

You're made of sorrow hard work no morrow

Nobody knows no one cares - Where stuff comes from

Life goes on everywhere - Doesn't worry us at all

Anything I can't see - Disappears from

My life is hard enough - No more room for us care