Monster Under My Bed
He's scary and he's evil
He's getting in my head
Lack of sleep is killing me
From the outside I look dead
He misbehaves forever
He is my influence
My kindness and my friendliness
He slowly has possessed
His hand reaches out to me
His smirk has me convinced
I let go of my own path
And became a pessimist
I lost all of my mercy
I lost all of my friends
He will never leave my side
He'll stay with me 'till the end
He's the king of all my shadows
He's taken all my fight
Surrounded now by darkness
Where what once reigned here, was light
I will neve forget him for
I made him my best friend
I've been completely overtaken by
The monster under my bed.
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