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.