You’re the monster under my bed A creature hunting for it’s prey Victims come running as fools of love When all you love for, is to play
You’re a wolf in sheep’s soft clothing Prowling along the city’s streets You lie to me as often as you breathe As often as my heart tenderly beats
If only fools fall for you Then I guess that means I’m a fool I let my guard down and was forced to pay The toll, so damaging and cruel
I’m not in love with you But I’m in love with the stories you told I spent all my diamonds on your deceptions And I bought every last lie that you sold
you might know that monster... maybe you are that monster