November
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They come and talk to me
When I am all alone
They always remind me of all the things that I've done wrong
Its scary, disturbing, but somehow I'm not sorry
The only thing thats even real is the feelings that I dont feel
They're all the same
But they're so different
They're leaving evidence of my darkest secrets
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
It's taking parts of me into the unknown
It's like a void inside of me that goes on and on and on
Its scary, disturbing, but somehow I'm not sorry
The only thing thats even real is the feelings that I dont feel
They're all the same
But all so different
They're leaving evidence of my darkest secrets
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
Now I just can't pretend to forget
These voices in my head
And they just wont stop screaming
Theyre all the same but all so different
They're leaving evidence of my darkest secrets
I hear them they're calling
The skeletons in my closet
I hear them they're calling
The skeletons in my closet...
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