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I don’t know what I’m going to do

About the monsters in my head.

They keep saying I have no clue

And that my time is way past due.

At night I lay there in my bed

With a ringing in my head.

These are the noises that they use

With which they try to

Break me down

Break me down

Monsters live under your bed

At least I think that’s what they said

Now I know that’s not for real

Cuz inside you is where, they, dwell

Scars are an easy way to tell

Whether someone’s been through hell.

But all scars cannot be seen

On the surface of the being.

Sometimes the biggest foe you face

Gives you scars you cannot trace.

Inflicted on your mental state

And through this they try to

Break you down

Break you down

Monsters live under your bed

At least I think that’s what they said

Now I know that’s not for real

Cuz inside you is where, they, dwell