Running From Your Skeletons
Close your mind and concentrate
Quite down and prostrate
Keep your eyes forward and maintain your posture up straight
Look outside inside the garden
Can you see the skeletal man
He's standing by the cornfield starring up at you
Tell me what he's thinking, lifeless face and not even blinking
Hope he isn't hungry, he seems to like your face
Can you see the lifeless glare
The way he stands, the way he stares
Does it bother you to know, he escaped your closet and jumped out the window
Now tell me what should we do, before your skeleton gets the best of you
Do not worry all too much, he locked the door before he got out
If the rest escape than you can pout
But for now just beware, the skeleton from the closet is now downstairs
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