I'm a grown man
With a monster under my bed
One that keeps me up all night
As he gets into my head
He sits on my chest
Making it hard for me to breathe
And he's demanding a lot
Things I couldn't give
He feeds on my soul
Little pieces of it every night
Whatever that's left
I wake up with it by morning light
So I wake up tired
'Cause my soul's getting weak
I used to cry for help
But now I couldn't even speak
I admit he'll win one day
It's just a matter of time
As he consumes all of me
My heart, my soul and my mind
2017
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