Closet Anthem
When i was younger, my dad would hold me near his chest
I could hear his young heart beating but now there is nothing left
He's buried underground, he just sleeps and sleeps and never wakes his eyes
So, here's a thank you to you, dad. I'll never recover from always being sad
I'm done with every sleepless night. My tired bed, well he and I are finally getting sleep
You and I live different lives, 'cause one of us was innocent in this
You and I can't deny that one of us was innocent in this
But I'm done feeling sorry for myself
I could hear his young heart beating but now there is nothing left
He's buried underground, he just sleeps and sleeps and never wakes his eyes
So, here's a thank you to you, dad. I'll never recover from always being sad
I'm done with every sleepless night. My tired bed, well he and I are finally getting sleep
You and I live different lives, 'cause one of us was innocent in this
You and I can't deny that one of us was innocent in this
But I'm done feeling sorry for myself
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Stutsman
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