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What Goes On Behind Closed Doors

There's a bridge and a match where she's standing There's an empty nail on the wall Where once hung love, there's just now memories of A love that he no longer knows Behind the walls lie a heartache The constant doubt and the shame When the windows are closed, only God knows The truth, of the pain and the blame The beer and the liquor poured freely Helping fuel the bridge as it burned Though questions remain, she ended the game Now he's losing at every turn What goes on behind closed doors Allows few to truly see inside With his body abused, and his past the excuse It all left him wondering why The floors where he walks carry burden But his pace is nearing the end Though hell's what he's lived, he's hoping Heaven will give Him a home, where he won't have to pretend The beer and the liquor poured freely Helping fuel the bridge as it burned Though questions remain, she ended the game Now he's past, the point of return The skeletons in his closet Are where all his demons reside Just a simple man, who lived and died by his hand Pouring death, destruction, and lies The beer and the liquor poured freely....

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