Ghosts - April 12th, 1995 - By MrM

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Everyone has their ghosts,
standin' right beside them
Preying upon their souls;
so why should I give a damn 'bout mine?

 Skeletons in the closet;
all that's left of what used to be.
What I don't know about you...
and, what you're never gonna know about me.

They're better left in the dark recesses
in some corner of my mind
Where I can barely see them,
and where you'll never ever find them.

Better there, than in the light of day,
where they'd shrivel up and die...
But where you'd see them for what they are,
and then you might leave me behind.

 If I showed you what was inside,
would you turn me inside out?
Could you still believe in me
If I told you what I was all about?

Or would you simply walk away...
off to find some better way
To use your love and all you're made of
than to chase my demons out?

 The ghosts are in my closet...
They've been there since the start,
And though you've not yet seen them,
We've never been apart.

They're with me everywhere I go.
I think it's time I let you know.
They're NOT imaginary!
I hope that you can see...
Into that place, that sacred space
that's become such a part of me.

 If you'll stay and take their place
where they've nestled in my heart,
You might be the one to heal my soul,
and then you'd always be a part.

But, if you're scared of the darkness...
Or if demons call you prey...
Then I'll tell you now you'd better find somehow
to turn and run the other way.

 'Cause there's... ghosts in my closet...
and someday, they'll be seen.
I can't promise they'll be friendly...
some of them seem quite mean.

We ain't talkin' Casper here.
I wish they were that small.
On second thought I didn't mean it...
there aren't any ghosts at all.


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