Figure.

After being beaten down
you learn to live with the
Throws of Young Love.
Love is Relative.

my tiny hands don't equate to
A tiny heart.
And as far as human beings go,
You make me look like a robber.

We industrialize more
than we can afford,
we play our virtual games
until we get bored.

But it doesn't make sense.

'cause they always told us
to think outside the box...
But I want to know
Something different.

What is this box
Anyway?
Who put my thoughts here?
Who made the box?

Maybe when I figure that out,
I'll be able to decide whether
Or Not,
I'll stay in this box.