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We all got those things that disturb us so
We all got those wild days when we fall low
We all have those demons that mess with us
We all got thrown below the bus...below the bus...

All I can do is fuss and cuss...
All that I see is dangerous...
All I can say is stay clear of us,
Thoughts that make us want to tear out our hair from our heads...my brain makes lots of ruckus

I’m trying to clear away the skeletons in the closet of my life right now
I’m crying an ocean and my eyes are dim...no longer shining somehow
Anyhow, I’m making my way towards forgiving myself for the wrong I’ve done
I take a vow never to let negativity and its nostalgic vibes get a hold of me...I welcome the sun in my life and I’m having so much fun

But, with these skeletons in my closet,
I sink low into deeper regret...
My eyes are sorely wet...
I bet you don’t care anymore...
Shun out the lies from my brain’s outlet
I raise my hands high like a jet
My heart is pounding I bet
I get it - you don’t see hope in store

Because you haven’t seen the skeletons in my closet
And if you did, you would be scared and run away
And if you did, I would be unprepared for my flight to paradise
And if I did, my eyes would pour forth fiery remorse

You loved me with so much force
Of course, you did me wrong once more
Things, in general, got out of course
These sores - they splinter me to the core

I ache...
I’m about to break...
My bravery shines like the sun...stop acting like a son of a gun...
For God’s sake...
Take my migraines away...
Fill the hollow spaces in my cranium
Before I become numb and dumb
Before I become numb and dumb
Before I become numb and dumb
For God’s sake...
My life is at stake...
Save me...someone...I’m trying to have some fun from dusk to dawn
I’m weeping a lake...

I awakening my mind’s eye...I can’t deny, I do try
These Satanforsaken lines are killing me gently
I’m breaking by the minute and you ask me, “why?”

Because I have these skeletons in my closet...I need some kind of optimistic outlet
Do I want to come out? 
Maybe I just choose to hide and rely on His mercy to set me free no doubt
I don’t want to give in to selfish feelings of total regret...it gets me awfully upset

Secrets are concealed within these filthy walls
Secrets are excruciating to my once eager ears and I’m subsiding from your side
Secrets are revealed in your unanswered calls
Secrets are rejuvenating to let go of after years and years of keeping it all inside

You scattered the bones of my past stories and countless experiences to a certain degree
You flattered my mind with your allegories and fixed your gaze on my strengths and potentials instead
My downfalls doesn’t matter anymore and now, I can adequately set my trapped soul free
You scattered the skeletons in my closet upon the ground...I’m lost and found in your mindset in which I tread
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