Sometimes at night
A monster comes
And knocks on my bedroom window
And in spite my fears
I crack it open and let him in
It gets lonely here, anyways

He chains up my wrists
He forces shut my eyes
And he snickers as I silently
Reluctantly
Cry

Remember?
He whispers
Don't you remember?
And I do

The memories flood my mind and
Pour onto my pillow
Where they have stained
The soft fabric
Over the years

What could have been
What will be
Years of endless pieces
Of my heart
Shattered for this monster
To see

Loneliness
Is the monster
That creeps through my window

Sometimes I even let him sleep under my bed
Or curl up on my pillow
And whisper
Thoughts into my head

But it's all my fault isn't it?
This loneliness.
I let him in, anyways.