• I’m left to roam the darkness,
    Nobody understands,
    I want to hide in the shadows,
    With my bloody hands.

    I create the creatures,
    That’s hiding under your bed,
    You’re never left alone,
    And your eyes are bloody red.

    I know I might be weird,
    I know that I fell,
    I know you would like to run,
    Away from the stories that I tell.

    My inspiration is clear,
    And I do feel your sorrow,
    I know I’m kind of mean,
    But there’s always tomorrow.