Is this Jealousy or Mockery?

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I'm not so good with songs (I only listen to orchestra) so I'm just going to review the TECHNICAL aspects of your writing. Okay, let's see here:
Wrapped in a box; thats your life
That's needs an apostrophe...
But whats the point honey?
'whats' also needs an apostrophe, and there needs to be a comma in between point and honey...
Cuz this loneliness isn't fair
Cuz is not a word. Cause is what you're looking for.
Your always asking for more
Its alright; its ok
A few problems here, it should be You're, not your... alright isn't a word, you mean all right, and you need another apostrophe in between both 'its' you have here. The chorus has the same problems as the last one...
He's falling for you honey
another apostrophe in between you and honey,
And when the nights over
'night's' is what you're looking for. The last chorus has the same problems as the first two. Work on that grammar and punctuation, keep writing!
And the angel said unto him, “stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself.” But lo, he could not stop, for the angel was hitting him with his own hands.




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As Vast noted, you have a problem with apostrophes. Use an apostrophe in "it's" when what you're saying is "it is." However, you'd be correct in not using an apostrophe in "its" if your using the possessive form, such as "its car" or "its boat."

I think you did a good job with the meter; particularly the first two stanzas. There's a general beat you have going that fits the lyrical form very well. However, two lines in the chorus struck me as awkwardly worded:
But whats the point honey?

When no one has my back


Alone, they work fine. But in the chorus, they stand out like a sore thumb. I'd consider re-wording them or even removing them entirely from the piece.



Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening