i have a monster hiding under my bed
i put him in a box and sometimes paint him red

he says he wants to help me but his methods arent quite right
they might take him if they caught me so i keep him out of sight

in the darkness, feeling all alone i bring him out to play
he doesnt make a sound just wonders what it is ill say

"just one game" i tell him, "that could do no harm"
he begins to drag his fingers slowly up my arm

maybe its time to stop now but ive forgotten why i was so sad
this "demon" has helped so much, how can he be so bad

when playtime is finally over and i decide to lay him back down
i have to clean up his mess or else i may very well drown

you see, i have a monster hiding under my bed
and hes what helps me cope with all the ones inside my head