Found a little toy called heart
Found it broken, torn and ripped apart
Found it lying on the street
Trampled on by the hundreds of feet
Found a little thing called hope
Found it dangling from the bridge by a rope
Finding love wasn’t all that hard
But what was it doing in the firing squad?
Found an old box with a key
Opened it up and out came me
Scared and shocked I looked around
Tried to talk but could make no sound
Darkness stole the light from my eyes
Now there’s light but it’s not nice
Leave me alone in the box
And find another that unlocks.
Found a thing called happiness
In shame and rue it hid its face
And in a broken house called reality
Ghosts of my past they haunted me
Found a cloth called loneliness
I put it on and I liked the dress
Now I wear it everyday
And in lonely disguise I hide away.