There's a girl in my closet
She is lonely, afraid of the big world outside
No one knows of her existence
But each time I open the door I can see her

The girl in the closet has
Slashed both her wrists
And she's holding the razor blade
And begs me to help her

I stay away from the closet
I ignore it and try to forget all about it
But it's there in my conscience
And the next time I look then the door is wide open

The girl in the closet is
Hanging herself
And she kicks away the stool and
Her eyes are just empty

The girl in the closet is
Shot through the head
And she's lying there lifeless
With a smile on her face

There's a girl in my closet
She is happy, alive, going places