I hear the whispers crawling through the walls,
Secrets buried deep beneath it all.
Every step I take, the floorboards creak,
Like echoes of the past that won’t let me speak.
Locked in closets, dust-covered sins,
The shadows dance where the light grows thin.
I tried to run, but they know my name,
These skeletons, they play a wicked game.
Skeletons in my closet, rattling chains,
Ghosts of my past keep calling my name.
No matter how far, they’re under my skin,
Skeletons, oh, they’re pulling me in.
They know my story, they hold my truth,
Skeletons, they’ll never cut me loose.
I built this house with my bare hands,
But the cracks reveal what I can’t withstand.
Memories hide like thieves in the night,
Stealing my peace with their jagged bite.
I see their faces in the shards of glass,
Reflections of a time I can’t get past.
But I won’t bow to the ghosts I’ve fed,
I’ll face my fears ‘til they’re good and dead.
Skeletons in my closet, rattling chains,
Ghosts of my past keep calling my name.
No matter how far, they’re under my skin,
Skeletons, oh, they’re pulling me in.
They know my story, they hold my truth,
Skeletons, they’ll never cut me loose.
I’ll light a match, set the whole thing aflame,
Burn it all down, let them scream my name.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I’ll rise from the ruins, rebuild my trust.
Chains won’t bind me, their grip won’t last,
I’m stronger now, I’m burying the past.
Let the skeletons wail, let the bones break free,
They’ll never own what’s left of me.
Skeletons in my closet, rattling chains,
Ghosts of my past keep calling my name.
No matter how far, they’re under my skin,
Skeletons, oh, they’re pulling me in.
They know my story, they hold my truth,
Skeletons, they’ll never cut me loose.
The closet’s empty, I’ve claimed my throne,
The skeletons are buried, and I’m not alone.
Every scar is a map, every crack a guide,
To the strength I’ve found on the other side.
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