Monsters in my Head, Not Under my Bed

I feel like I’m not even alive

Feels like something had died in me

Or maybe it’s just me who is dead inside

Lost touch of who I want to be

Can’t you see?

I’ve got a super fucked up head

I can’t ever fall asleep

With each night, I begin to hate my bed

I’m in much too deep 

I just want to sleep

Seems only time I’ll get sleep is if I wind up dead

Ah, going to sleep, means next time I won’t get out of bed


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