Am I scared of the dark?
Maybe I'm scared of what lurks and hides
In the cover of darkness that falls at night
Or maybe I'm scared of what I can't find
Fumbling around for the switch for the light

No, something about that doesn't seem right.
I'm as scared when it's dark as i am when it's bright
It's all in my head, when I'm tucked in bed
And the lights go out, and my thoughts start to shout,
It's dark all around as I jump at sounds...
But am I scared of the dark?

I think I'm afraid of what I'll realize
When there's nothing to distract my wondering mind
You have to face the truth, amongst all the lies
When you're left all alone in the empty of the night

I'm not scared of the dark.
I'm scared of myself...
The part of me I see when there's nothing else.
The dark has a funny way of messing with your mind,
Both making you see, while making you blind.

I'm scared of myself.