The boxin' up process has just begun
Packed like sardines,
Baked by the rays of a never-dawning sun
Stop dreamin' of the Cinderella story
Shoes can be tied for everyday glory
Turn your back to the sun
So I won't be a shooting star no more
Your icy glare
Is surely going to catch my fall
And this is your kingdom, I'm giving it to you now
And it's not a crystal shoe, that made me think about it
But now it's just my knees, bending to make you see
What you don't seem to see
What you can't seem to hear
What you don't seem to feel
And this is your kingdom, I'm giving it you now
What you don't seem to see
What you can't seem to hear
What you can't seem to reach
What you don't seem to feel
Turn your back to the sun
So I won't be a shooting star no more
Your icy glare
Is surely going to catch my fall
Now you've been given new senses
You can't tell me that you're apathetic
If you know this, it's the right time to face it.