Do I just blame it on ***?
Why I'm feeling all this stress
Why these tears stain my eyes
Why I lay on my bed and cry
Or is it something more
Something deep down within my core
Something following me in my life
Causing me all this strife
Is the anxiety for nothing?
The things inside the dark of my room
Making me feel gloom and doom
Whispering in my ear
"Just come with us, dear."
Listen to them, I will not
With them, I will not rot
Seeing death night by night
Can give someone an awful fright
Should I remain in fear of these apparitions?
Or should I ignore the superstitions?
Are they only in my head?
Just monsters under my bed?
Imagination of a young child
Temperament meek and mild
Shadows becoming figures in my head
The tears begin to shed
Fear faces me in every room
Please tell me I'll be leaving soon.