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
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