Sometimes i wonder whats out in the dark
Who makes the rustling noise in my closet
The creaking under my bed
The banging around on the stairs
If i could see whatever it was
Would i regret it when night came again
Knowing what it was
Walking up to my bed
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Sometimes i wonder whats out in the dark
Who makes the rustling noise in my closet
The creaking under my bed
The banging around on the stairs
If i could see whatever it was
Would i regret it when night came again
Knowing what it was
Walking up to my bed
Its kinda creepy, sorry
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