I got some skeletons in my closet. I don’t know if no one knows it, before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it. I’m a expose it.
You’re gettin older now and it’s cold when your lonely
And soon enough their gonna know that your phony
And I’m grown up now; But you’ll never see me- I won’t even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong.