The Shoebox, Underneath my Bed

My heart is hidden in the shoebox, underneath my bed

Leaving my brain alone to suffer

It thinks without a beating sound

Causing it to think I’m dead

My heart is hidden in the shoebox, underneath my bed

Leaving my brain left to wonder

If my humanity can be found

Causing it to think I’m dead

My heart is hidden in the shoebox,underneath my bed

Leaving my brain without emotion

something tells it tears are useless

Causing it to think I’m dead

My heart is hidden in the shoebox, underneath my bed

Leaving my brain finally understanding

If it were to find my heart in this mess

It would know I’m truly dead

My heart is found in the shoebox, underneath my bed

Found for once by my lonely brain

It sees its packed with useless things

Packed with things that shouldn’t be

Causing my brain to finally see that this empty husk is truly dead