Slender Man

Sitting in this broken down bar, Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star; Sad and broken; Pitiful with a painted smile; Never knowing that the show is over; No one is watching, No one is left to climb your mountain high. Their souls were taken years ago; While you were still hanging balloons in the yard, while you had a bicycle and a pair of skates; While you played hopscotch in the dark; A trace of smoke trailed you, Slender-man saw you. Slender man already had you in his pocket. With that first fall, The blood in your mouth; A shadow too big to escape. With an empty chorus, your fate was sealed. Singing in this broken down bar Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star Slender man is all that’s left. The stage is dark, the show is over.