What's Inside
We are the monsters
Down under our beds
But we are no match
For the things in our heads
They try to freak us out
When they off the lights.
We try to shut them down
By coming out to fight!
Now please don’t
Please don’t
Shut the door
Even though we’re too amazed
By the darkness
To be frightened anymore
Just ‘cause you survive
Doesn’t mean you are alive
It just means you aren’t dead yet.
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