The monsters no longer live under my bed
They've made their home inside my head
They scream and shout through the night
When I'm alone and out of sight
They scratch and tear at my skin
It's not a battle I'm sure I'll win
I need them out or I'll go insane
They just can't get out of my brain
I'm losing my head
I wish that they has just stayed under the bed
They whisper things I don't want to hear
They tell me that my end is near
But oh my darling can't you see
That now the only monster here is me
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
The monsters no longer live under my bed
They've made their home inside my head
They scream and shout through the night
When I'm alone and out of sight
They scratch and tear at my skin
It's not a battle I'm sure I'll win
I need them out or I'll go insane
They just can't get out of my brain
I'm losing my head
I wish that they has just stayed under the bed
They whisper things I don't want to hear
They tell me that my end is near
But oh my darling can't you see
That now the only monster here is me
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