Closets

I've got a bag in the back of my closet Emotional baggage, and I know what the cause is I'm looking back and forgetting the positives I want to rewind time and then simply pause it I think I'm a vampire Indoors all day, don't want to be set on fire I think I'm a zombie Cause I'm waking around brainless, dead within me I think I'm a ghost Ignored by everyone, invisible to most I think I'm insane Objectively fine, but I only feel pain Hey, what are you going through? Is it similar or the same? I know we all got problems I can't pretend that I understand all of them I think I'm a goblin Cause I'm found with my eyes to the ground and hobbling Gobbling up the juicy lies other people tell me A cry slipping through my facade, "help me" We've all got things that we hide away We'd rather die than let them see the light of day Thoughts occupy my mind when I'm wide awake I want to sprout wings and fly away Turn off my brain, be quiet eh? What's wrong with me? Obviously, it's odd to see I'm going to need a lobotomy The bag in my closet contains the remains of our past tense presents Out of sight, but not out of mind, no matter what I try I find, I can still feel the presence Of the days that were better, remember we were together, these things still hold the Essence They constantly haunt me and taunt me, rather than their intended use of reminiscence I've got a bag in the back of my closet Emotional baggage, and I know what the cause is I'm looking back and forgetting the positives I want to rewind time and then simply pause it