In the closet in the dark
Scared of what the outside will think if me
My cuts my scars my tears my story and most of all me.
If they saw the cuts they would know how weak I really was
If they saw the scars they would know the real pain
If they saw my tears they would see how much I really cared about what they thought of me
If they knew my story known of them would ever want anything to do with me
The closet cold and dark holding me and secrets