The flowers that blossom,
The flowers that die
That wake me up at night to remind me of my lies.

The people i killed
inside of my dreams
I stabbed through their backs
Regardless of the screams.

I thought it'd make me feel better,
The feeling didn’t last
I am now an uncertain part of my past.

The skeletons in my closet
Are long since dead,
But the days when they breathed are still alive in my head.

So this is my confession,
This is my plea.
But the voices within are consuming me.

The rain is relief
It washes away the tears,
But it threatens to drown me while confirming my fears-

That i am the monster my father assured me wasn’t under my bed,
I realize now i’m better off dead.

I've paid my dues and left my deposit,
I’m better off living with the skeletons in my closet.