Too much time on my hands
I've learned to love the night,
It's disguised itself to appear just like the light
Takes me by the hand,
And reminds me that a wrong is sometimes right
And I know the state I'm in can't last
But the closet's bursting with force of rage
From the demons in my past
And she stands and stares with eyes of disbelief
And makes me feel so alone
Awaiting to relive the sights unseen
From the seeds that I once sowed
But that's not me anymore
I've sought and I've grown
That's just not me anymore
