Pulling Pieces

There’s a worn out box

On the top of the shelf

I know I missed something

Can’t remember what

I keep drifting back and

Touching the spot

I can’t rest until I’ve found

What I’ve lost

I’m only pulling pieces

From the pages of my former life

Stiff and wrinkled paper

Written in a different time

Are you gonna cross the line?

Are you gonna cross the line?

Tell me why did you close the door?

I can’t get in

To where I’m supposed to go

I’m just shadow of what I used to be

I’ll always trail the life I used to lead

Why tell me why did you go

And cut me to the bone?

Why tell me why did my story

Have to end