The closet door is close and I can't get out
Seeing only darkness with no light in sight
I keep running away from you and you won't let go
The grip you have on me, it's so unjustly tight.

When I walk outside to see the world as it is
All I can see in my eyes are so many tears
Things you took for granted and by misleading me
A sorrow I've been living with for so many years.

You bring up all the things that only you believe
The perks that you falsely behold and selfishly proclaim
You talk about things that I was force to live without
Like the ****** of my unborn child who has no name.

Outside this closet you're so impatiently waiting on me
With greed, animosity, and your only engraved trophy
The story of your backward and twisted unforgiving life
Only cherished by you to be your only fame and glory.

Darkness can't take away this hurtful pain
so I try to picture colors at night.
I try to mingle outside during the day but
I can't stand to be in the light.

A cloud of color is moving inside of my head
so I feel like I'm on cloud number nine.
There's a terror of realizing who I am today,
the new me is bound to be very unkind.

Confusion is the new normal day and there
is nothing better after dark.
Depression becomes the colorful new vehicle
that can never be taken out of park.

Dull colors constantly take away the energy
that's suppose to be a brand new day.
Leaving the remnants of a broken dream and
a body of decay.

There is no way to get away from the colors
that this world forces you to see.
Unless the forces of the God lead us down
a path that uncovers the hidden key.

Isolated from the world as time
floats quietly away.
Having to deal with an abundance
of pain every single day.

Memories of perfect days are surely
bound to be loss.
Like facing the wrath of a tidal wave
you're bound to be tossed.

Peace seem to fade away suddenly
and at a very rapid pace.
Leaving the frown of uncertainties
stamped across the face.

When others of the world are happy
and floating happily along.
This monstrosity can cause the soul
of a victim to feel all alone .

Mysteries are things we sometimes
never figure out.
Why do some say the keys to the world
are only love, hate and doubt.

Why are things off limits to some of us
and totally free to so many others.
How can a man love himself only to
end up hating his brothers.

What is the answer to a question that
has never been asked.
How can anybody have a future without
having a past.

Why are so many people out searching
for a tomorrow of change.
When the tidal waves of the human race
are so easy to rearrange.

What are the mysteries of a day that can
only be seen at night.
Why does wrong seem to override the
things that are suppose to be right.

It's about time that I speak about
you and the things that you do.
It starts about the silly little things
that I put you through.

If pain was caused by anybody, it
was all caused by me.
It was always you who hung in to
show me how things should be.

I owe you the world and I owe you
more than that.
I've even taken things from you that
I could never give you back.

Strong and courageous, these words
are meant to define only you.
You're the one who's teaching me that
real love can be true.

You're grounded with strength and a
heart that's made of gold.
You're the one who has the right to be
loved to your soul.

You've shown me that you are a woman
and deserved to be treated as such.
When it comes to having an amount of
love for you I have so much.

Selfishness can't be found in your heart
no matter what you seem to do.
The Lord blesses many men like me
to have someone just like you.

Imagine being on an island
and when you look up you
realize that the sun is black.

rusty, dusty and tarnished,
boy don't i really feel old.
foggy, hateful and mad and
i won't do what i'm told.

crazy, slow and selfish to all
who stands in my way.
nights don't mean a thing to
me and neither does the day.

no more youthfulness and i
ache all the time.
perfumes i never use and to
me i'm doing just fine.

why should i read a book or
even try to spell.
i know it all anyway, so all of
you can go to (guess).

i don't have to be afraid of not
living to see the age of 21.
it's all about my anger, that's
what i call having fun.

so if i die this minute, do you
really think i care.
my heart beats slow without
extra time to spare.

lunatic, stupid and fearless
right down to the core.
living to be a senior doesn't
really matter anymore.