My Own Monster - 1584725

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!

Where can I go where can I hide
From these evil sufferings?
Oh these images painted on my walls
They say there's a place that I can
Hide in the shadow of your wings
Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge

No more tears