The Box – Damien Rice – letras

Don’t give me something to hold in my handSomething else to believe inCause I’m over itAnd your reason for wanting to stayYour reason for wanting to changeMy reason for everything I’ve done to youI have tried but I don’t fitInto this box I’m living withI could go wildBut you might lock me upAnd I have tried but I don’t fitInto this box you call a giftI could be wild and freeBut God forbid then you might envy meSo don’t give me love with a whole bunch of rules’Cause that kind of love is just for foolsAnd I’m over itAnd my reasons for walking awayMy reasons for wanting to changeMy reasons for everything I lost with youI have tried but I don’t fitInto this box I’m living withI could go wildBut you might lock me upAnd I have tried but I don’t fitInto this box you call a giftI could be wild and freeGod forbid then you might envy meI have tried but I don’t fitInto this box I’m living withI could go wildBut you might lock me upAnd I have tried but I don’t fitInto this box you call a giftI could be wild and freeGod forbid then you might envy meI could be wild and freeGod forbid then you might envy meI could be wild and free