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