I get closer to the end,
I see the monsters calling me in.
I say no and stand my ground, how long will this be.
When will I give in? It’s disguise as free will and laughs.
It's hidden behind good times and no regret.
The truth is saddening family members and goodbye notes.
It’s crying friends and new stories.
Attention wannabe hide lies and rumors
The monsters seem nice, why not say hi?