I pack my heart in a box And the bottom will leak Find Truth in myself But honesty wreaks If I altar my actions It's not my words that will speak Words said in the past are flaky But what makes the future so sleek? Even if I fast forward to the ending Will I find what I seek? If I being completely honest, Do I even know what that is? If I pack my heart in a box I can rest in the certainties it brings, Even though a plant grows in a pot, It's still able to live