I’m always looking forward to the next thing. Thinking my life is going to get better. I’ve gotten this far, And it’s only gotten bad. So what am I holding onto? if I were going to leave, Would anyone be sad?
The children danced around, Not knowing what was coming. The monster that was lerking. Oh children please come in. Come inside the house that he can’t come in, I promise you it’s safe. He wants you to fear him, For you to bring you to your grave. Don’t look right behind you, The monsters there, don’t turn. You let him in your house, so now he will watch your house burn.