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Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
 
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
 
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.

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