The night slightly hushed by the nocturnal lullaby
The ground wet from the remains of rain
The slanted hills that roll along the land
I sleep there with eyes wide open
I weep to the flowers that drop their heads in pity
I weep to the grass that ebbs in the breeze
A death of someone close, so close to me
That death was me
I died
And now I've lost my way home
Stuck between the world I knew and the one I learn
The girl I used to be
A phantom in a frosted mirror
Asleep inside this imposter
Chained inside a disguise
A nightmare all to real
The trees bow before my tears
The songs grow louder
Crescendoing
Until I lay still

Are there monsters under the bed?
Is this the terror they shed?
Will they rip out your heart?
Tear you apart?
Or eat your flesh instead?

Are there monsters under the bed?
Is this a trap that you've been lead?  
Will they make you scream?
Or is this a dream?
Or simply crack open your head?

Are there monsters under the bed?
Or is it just us eating away
Could it be our monsters are us?
At the end of each day?

In this cold forest
Where I roam
The thick coverage billows
For a moment I feel at home
No worries, no stress
No tears to fall today
This cold that lurks inside
I hope it dies today
There's no whispers in my head
There's no pain inside
Maybe today ill show my skin
And I won't have to hide