Monsters

You whispered something, but I heard nothing
I asked you what then, and you said nothin’
You packed up, all your shit
And took it down to another piece of it
I made you kiss me, you made me hate you

CRS
I don’t need you anymore
I don’t want you anymore
You’re the demon in my verse
You’re the chorus to my curse

You can play Jenga if you want to
With the fears up in my head
But you can’t save me from these Monsters
Like the covers on my bed
You can close the closet, but something awful
Can still watch you through the vents
You can scream as loud as you want to
But no one is coming

CRS
I don’t need you anymore
I don’t want you anymore
You’re the demon in my verse
You’re the chorus to my curse

You can even dream, but the crouger
Is the shadow on your celing
You can count to ten for the lightning
But it keeps on moving in
You can stay away from the bright lights
But you got to stand next to the Poltergeist
You can pray your rosary, get on your knees
But what’s the use if the Priest heads spinning

CRS 2
What’s worse than the walking dead underneath your bed
It’s when its your arm that helps them rest their head

It’s so hard to keep you here but if I don’t im falling
It’s so hard to let you go but if I don’t im soaring

Copyright 2016 Clarence Chance

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