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...