They come and talk to me, When i am all alone, They always remind me of, All the things that ive done wrong, Its scary, disturbing, but somehow im not sorry, They only thing thats even real, Is the feeling that i dont feel. Its all the same, but theyre so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, theyre calling, The skeletons in my closet. Its taking parts of me, into the unknown, Its like a void inside of me, That goes on and on and on. Its scary, disturbing, but somehow im not sorry, They only thing thats even real, Is the feeling that i dont feel. Its all the same, but theyre so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, theyre calling, The skeletons in my closet. Now i just cant pretend to forget, These voices in my head, And they just wont stop screaming. Its all the same, but theyre so different, Bury the evidence, of my darkest sercets. I hear them, theyre calling, The skeletons in my closet. WOOOOOOhttps://youtube/watch?v=WL-Ji_ov8vQ
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:20:07 +0000
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