I'm in a box

I’m in a box
But the box is small and shut with tape
And the tape wraps and steals the light from peeking through the gaps of the joints

I’m in a box
The box in your attic collecting the dust
The one forgotten
The one that was once loved

Oh if I was loved
If I was loved then I wouldn’t be small
I would be free, I would be happy, I would live

I could see the world through your eyes
And constantly be reminded of you smile
As the sun sprays it’s heat into your hair
I could remember the love that we used to share, but

I’m in a box
I have been discarded and used and shared
I am no longer new
Broken, tired and sliced
That is me, as I lay in my box