Do you ever wonder why bad things happen to you
In my life I constantly do
Can I maybe live someone else's life
'Cause I'm sick of always resorting to my knife
Whenever this monster inside me decides to arrive
And break me down , making it harder to survive

In the beginning I felt comfort in my misery
There were days of happiness that disappeared in a hurry
Too quickly for me to grasp on to
The things I say and the things I do
Seem to be said or done when I'm unaware
Which resulted in me finding no one there
Deep down I really did care

But I was controlled by a monster that I call beth
She took over the thoughts in my mind
And barried the old me, making it harder to find
She took pleasure in seeing me constantly cry
And her aim was for me to eventually die

There's a monster inside me that I call Beth
And day by day she slowly drove me to my death