Hold me tight and never let me go
I don't care if you squeeze so hard I break
As long as you pick up the pieces
And put them into a little brown box
Filled with all our secrets
The ones me never cared to tell our friends
Becuase we'd only talk to each other
But I guess the formalities of this all depends
On if my parents will let a BOY into my room
'Cause even when I'm dead
I'll still be my daddy's little girl
But I can be yours too
If you carry me around in that box
As people look at you funny
And spread rumors about how violently
You killed me
But the truth of the matter is,
When I'm with you is the only time
I am fully alive
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