Closet Doors

Let me be free, please let me; be me No shackles no chain, no heartache, no pain I can't hide no more, The one that's inside, behind the closet doors It's dark and it smells of old shoes It's made for these clothes Not for me or you Please let me out from behind the closet doors It has become way too crowed And way too gloomy Soon I'll be out, whatever it takes Because, there is no living, behind the closet doors So you may point your fingers You may scream and shout Or you could treat me equal But what was behind the closet doors, is finally out