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He thought he understood,

He thought he saw the end

In that one shattered lie

She told to hide the blood of sin.



Torn between lie and deceit

Torn between anguish and pain

Of killing a truth and cursing a lie

She knew she must swallow her shame.



Some skeletons were meant for closets.

Some skeletons weren’t meant to breathe.

But skeletons in closets can be seen

Resting heavy on broken shoulders.



She thought she understood

She thought she saw her heart

Beating quickly, for his love

Made her second guess her thoughts.



But first she had to swallow

The painful shards of glass

That decorate her shameful past

With distant shattered memories.



Some skeletons were meant for closets.

Some skeletons weren’t meant to breathe.

But skeletons in closets can be seen

Resting heavy on broken shoulders.



After years of bearing a load of vice

Her strength was exhausted.

The closet crashed to the floor,

Revealing the unrevealed.



She wished she had locked it up and thrown away the key

Before the past was all he could see

Before sin and shame broke his loving heart

And cast her out on the lonely sea.



Some skeletons were meant for closets.

Some skeletons weren’t meant to breathe.

But he saw the skeletons resting heavy

On his lover’s tortured soul.



And he couldn’t stand to take a chance

And couldn’t let himself become

Another skeleton in her sacred closet

Another skeleton in her long-lost dream.