Many Key's and Locks
I know a guy, whom I talk to all the time,
I think and plot of ways to make him mine,
He's felt pain, unlike any that should have befalled him,
He hurts inside, his world is very dim.
If I had my way, I'd keep him in a box,
Safe and sound, under many keys and locks.
I'd hold him tight and tell him he is mine,
I'd hold him even pass the end of time.
I'd paint his walls with colors that are bright,
I'd show him the joys and pleasures of light.
If I had my way, I'd keep him in a box,
Safe and sound, under many keys and locks.
I'd teach him how to love again,
I'd tell him he is my closest friend.
I'd protect him from the hate outside,
For only in my box will he reside.
I'd take away all his pain,
I'd show him not to feel any shame.
And the more I think over time,
This is how I say he will be mine.
I shall catch him and keep him in a box,
Safe and sound, under many keys and locks.
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