This container
concealing my weights.
I carry it all day,
until you let me put it down.
At home I raise it high as ever.
They force me to put it down,
while you let me set it down gently.
Every shake of this container
adds another weight.
My heart puts thousands more.
If I show them, they\'ll force me to throw them.
Imagine how many more would appear.
My container full of weights
can\'t ever hold enough.
There\'s always a reason
for me to drop one.
I can\'t carry them all,
yet you hold them while you can.
I can\'t lose you,
or I\'d drop them all at once.
Obsessive, aggressive,
this large container,
can\'t ever hold enough weights.