Think of me when you’re living your new life,
think of me when you breathe.
Picture my face whenever you lie down,
picture me on my knees …
It’s the monster in me.
It’s the monster in me.
When you carry your pride and your fixed smile,
am I only a dream?
Or do you see me in windows and puddles,
when you walk down the street?
If you should ever remember the day when
you almost lost everything,
keep in mind I was there in the background
backing your fake beliefs …
It’s the monster in me.
It’s the monster in me.
I think it’s time to establish the difference
of what’s been lost in between.
Maybe then we can focus on dealing
with the monster in me …
It’s the monster in me.
Always the monster in me.
So picture my face whenever you lie down,
picture me on my knees,
‘cause this monster is patiently waiting
for its love to break free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem