Box in a Box

She's a box in a box

She's underneath the floor

She's a curtain that went down

She's shut behind the door

Don't ask when it was better

She'll say that it's never

She's clever like a fox

She's not one to deny it

But it never mattered half as much

As her skill for staying quiet

Don't ask when it was different

She'll say that it isn't

Some days time flies

Sometimes days go by

She's a lock that's been locked

The keys are in her pocket

She could walk right out the door

But she refuses to unlock it

Don't ask when it will end

She'll say it's hard to tell

She doesn't know herself that well