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
