Rest
Hiding in my bedroom I lay down and they're there
I cower in my corner with the blanket over my head,
And just like that I'm scared again.
Ignore their gentle faces, smiles, and stares
I know it's all in my head.
Goodnight sweet thing it's time to go to bed.
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