The Closet

  I built myself a closet, 

it's quite a work of art.

With concrete walls & cast iron hinges,

it can't be torn apart.

  Inside I've got some boxes,

of every shape and size.

When I'm forced to open it,

 I always close my eyes.

  Cause each box contains a memory,

full of anger, hurt and pain.

That's why I put them in there,

to keep from going insane.

  Too old to build another,

and I'm just too tired to try.

this one will have to last me,

until the day I die.

  So I'm giving you a warning,

believe me this ain't no bull.

If I were you I'd leave me alone,

the closet's almost full.