They say that fear is the monster under your bed They say that terror is when you watch that movie Well no one listens to me, to what I said But that's not what it truly is.
Fear is the demon you find in your soul Not the one that hides under your bed Terror is thinking of what will happen if they find the hole That the devils have clawed in your spirit.
They don't know what crying truly is They don't know how deep hate can run How awful that ignorance of his Can really feel inside.
I want to tell him why he makes me happy and how much it means to me....but I can't because I've already scared him too much.
I have asked simple questions with complex replies Never in life could they tell the truth but only a lie. They encouraged in a optimistic manner and they did succeed Even if I try to do the same I ask, ' who will lead'
Frankly the true dedication was not delivered For the victim has suffered and the love has buffered. Where is the commitment of basic standards I am truly Angered.