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Why do we fight and argue Over things that dont make since Why do we scream and shout Over things we cant work out Why do we have this incessant need to banter and bicker About every little meaningless insecurity We scrutinies everyone's lives but our own Plaster their lies on every visible space And the skeletons are beating down your vale Of  hidden closet doors Offer up your educated opinion in your best efforts of advise For dealing with their misdeeds And at every turn the skeletons are beating down Your vale of  hidden closet doors They scrutinies your every move Cold and calculated to take away your dignity Until all you have left are the demons they made And the skeletons are beating down your vale of  hidden closet doors They spit it back in your face And expect you not to move Only to leave you standing there Feeling disgraced and bruised They created havoc in your life To be left wandering with no tears to cry You bottled up every ounce of pain Wondering the tole your broken laughter would gain Made many a useless plea Fall upon many a deaf ear Let escape many hollow sighs Wondering if they heard your placid crys Broke the shattered mirror For disgust of  pieces of battered dreams Wondering if the skeleton key can be re-cut Standing behind your vale of hidden closet doors.
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Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:53 AM UTC
Vail Of Hidden Closet Doors
Why do we fight and argue Over things that dont make since Why do we scream and shout Over things we cant work out Why do we have this incessant need to banter and bicker About every little meaningless insecurity We scrutinies everyone's lives but our own Plaster their lies on every visible space And the skeletons are beating down your vale Of  hidden closet doors Offer up your educated opinion in your best efforts of advise For dealing with their misdeeds And at every turn the skeletons are beating down Your vale of  hidden closet doors They scrutinies your every move Cold and calculated to take away your dignity Until all you have left are the demons they made And the skeletons are beating down your vale of  hidden closet doors They spit it back in your face And expect you not to move Only to leave you standing there Feeling disgraced and bruised They created havoc in your life To be left wandering with no tears to cry You bottled up every ounce of pain Wondering the tole your broken laughter would gain Made many a useless plea Fall upon many a deaf ear Let escape many hollow sighs Wondering if they heard your placid crys Broke the shattered mirror For disgust of  pieces of battered dreams Wondering if the skeleton key can be re-cut Standing behind your vale of hidden closet doors.
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Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:53 AM UTC
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