Inside Of Me

Windows of the soul, look through my eyes if you dare. What you find you may not like, everything was hidden in plain sight.

If I may, I do not see myself as bad, but truth be told all the baddies live inside of me. They once had the key, but now they're trapped.

Blessed be my soul for I try my best to be good. Several slates I try to wipe clean, anew I begin. The light may be a bit bright, but I fear for the shadows inside.