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Light in the Closet
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Mom It's almost ironic
That it takes alot more of your crap
To piss me off now
Because I used to cry myself to sleep
I used to wake up
With a knot of anger
In my stomach
Taking up the room
Where breakfast should go
Little things blown up
Way out of proportion
Drove me insane
And sunk me low into depression
Now when there's a fight
I still wish it would stop
And when I dig up a secret
I still hope it disappears
When I see the crack of light
Coming out of the closet
I get the un-ignorable feeling
That's not fear or anger
But something, nonetheless
I used to cry myself to sleep
But I don't anymore
Because tears are just
A different type of blood
