I still sleep with the night light on
I’m seventeen
And I still sleep with a night-light
Cause the dark things
Come out at midnight
Not from under my bed
But from inside my head
Things no one else could imagine
But things that would haunt me
Things that would not eat me outside in
But things that would manifest themselves inside my head
Things that wouldn’t pull me under the bed
But things that would bury me deep in depression
The “what if I did”s in life come with “what if I didn’t”s
The second-guessing builds up and up
And sure you’re positive on the outside
But inside your walls are built of negativity
From the past
From the present
From the future
Negativity building and building
And some of it not yet existing
Till one day you blow
But still no one notices
Cause you have to smile threw the pain
And laugh threw the tears
Not for your happiness
But for others
So I regret to inform you
I’m not perfect
Never will be either because
I’m seventeen
And I still sleep with a night-light
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