"My Own Monster"
I turn my head, there's nothing there
All I own is my thoughts for my fears
I close the door to keep out the bad
I plug my ears to keep out these fears
And I cry
So hold me close
For I'm so tired of holding myself
So very tired and tired
Tired and tired
Just hold me
I listen to these voices
Or is it this house that's giving me chills
As I lie upon this little girls bed?
Who's at the door? Who's walking near?
Or has my imagination spilled?
This little girl all grown up still fears
Oh, and I cry
So hold me close
For I'm so tired of holding myself
So very tired and tired
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