We Are the Monsters
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.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2012
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