Monster (Under My Bed)

I've got a monster under my bed And he's my only friend But lately he seems to hate me Probably he wants me dead It's not a question of if But it's the question of when Tears dropping on my wrist Knuckle shuffle with lost dreams, empty dreams It got to the point where nothing does even make sense Sometimes I can't see the difference between good and bad Unbalanced by a non-existent threat my mind plays tricks on me Staying sane, I can't take that bet 'cause I've got a monster under my bed And he's my only friend But lately he seems to hate me Probably he wants me dead Why does the emptiness occupy so much space? I try not to sink, find a way to solve this mess Crumbling upon this throne I can't talk or work these flaws And it seems like that's how things will be But in the end, I guess, the wasted side of me will start to confess And surely it'll be too late I've got a monster under my bed And he's my only friend But lately he seems to hate me Probably he wants me dead I've got a monster under my bed And he's my only friend But lately he seems to hate me Probably he wants me dead