The sand box entices with the softest grain
Seeping through fingers like soft summer rain
Quick to divulge into all of it's glory
Slow with remorse and never sorry

Tossing sand in the air, not a care in the world
"Look at me, Look at me, I am his girl"
Knocking down castles, to make yours bigger
Digging down deep like a real gold digger

Then winds changed direction, North East they now blow
Those grains of sand thrown, in your eyes they now go
They're Burning like fire with the sting of a bee
You rub and it hurts, so you beg and you plead

"Make her stop saying all these mean things about me"

If you can't take the dirt, then get out of the box
Cause while your throwing sand, I'll be throwing back rocks