Skeleton In The Closet

They don’t see me cry
They don’t see the reason why
Fooling everyone with my façade
No one realizes I’m a freak parade

Why don’t you stay awhile
Wait and see it’s a fake smile
They don’t see beyond my barrier
In a town called Misery I’m the mayor

I have a skeleton in my closet
Bet you’ll never guess why I have it
I named it justly after my horrible sin
It’s the only thing that knows where I’ve been

Nobody wants to wait
Or maybe their clock is running late
But no one is here to hear my confession
The reason for all of my difficult confusion

Oh, dear
Would you like to hear
About the skeleton in my closet
No? Well I thought you might not

I guess here’s where I stop
You might be in need of a mop
The floor is decorated with a lonely tear
It’s okay; I don’t care that you didn’t want to hear