I heard someone suffered to Give you life to make you mine Carry you everywhere dear Old friend you always lend a hand You kiss me on the cheek as I Speak secrets of the heart All of these years I never Asked myself what's inside the box Open you up to look inside Finally see the truth that you hide You're made of sorrow hard Work no morrow I try not to think about it Nobody knows no one cares Where stuff comes from Life goes on everywhere Doesn't worry us at all Anything I can't see Disappears from My life is hard enough - No More room for us care When you are old and frail I'll Frown a bit, then dispose of you Maybe I'll keep you locked Tight in a drawer, then go find Someone new Soon before long I will forget I ever had you in my life, Moving to the next Next big thing You're made of sorrow hard Work no morrow Nobody knows no one cares Where stuff comes from Life goes on everywhere Doesn't worry us at all Anything I can't see Disappears from My life is hard enough - No More room for us care