Skeletons, falling from my closet as I open up though honestly I'm not, afraid of it. I've been this way for years, fighting through my tears, tryna tell the story of how I got here. It's tragic, but it's so dear to me. Oh it starts with abuse, and ends with it too. Been beaten with scars that I've not shown to you. If you'll stomach the pain and can handle the truth. Here's my tune *drop vocal chops* Bleary eyes in the summertime, thinking of when life was fine, oh how I miss the gone by days. Then winter came, swept me away, taking everything I made. Changed it all and left me here to blame. My face froze, my chest grew tighter, my fire has never been brighter, I lived and I'm standing here to say. *return of verse A*