Box

I'm going to give you my most precious possession
It's inside this tattered box
You'll open that box and see my heart
Isn't it strange
But it beats a story...

Can you hear it whispering?
Yelling for someone to hold me
Can you feel the real me pushing everyone away?
Can you hear it crying?
I have so many secrets that torment me
Is it surprising to see the real me smile?

Now stop listening and look
Take my heart in your hands
Crush or caress it, I need you to feel it
Feel it beat
Feel my life pass by
Does it touch your emotions?
Would you cry if it stopped?
Would you laugh?
Would you care?

I want you to put it back now
Put it back and turn around
There's a mirror before you
Reflected in that mirror

Is my most precious person