Monsters That Surround Me
Thanks to all that have brought this upon me.
Thanks to all that still don’t see.
This thing that remains still deep with in me
Cannot heal if I’m not set free.
Free from all these monsters that surround me.
The ones in my head and the ones that I see.
Free from all these monsters that follow me.
Not only them but the one I’ve come to be.
When you fingers tap or you speak right to me
My insides go cold and get colder, they freeze.
You seem like a dark, scarey monster to me.
So much so that I want to leave.
Not leave this life that god has given me.
Leave you, my mind and all my sanity.
If I wanted you to, I’d let you feel me
My skin, fears and tears that no eye can see.
Like no other but me
That can see
These monsters that live inside me
Monsters that also walk every street
Can never ever tell or say to me
That in this thing inside believes
Deep down to the skin that supports me
Will be with you till the age of ninty-three
Or that you will forever be with me
Because this thing is a working machine.
And all these monsters are with in and behind me
Cannot feel the feelings that monsters feel
No, they cannot feel the real pain inside me.
And they cannot see…that this is simply not ment to be.
Thanks to all that still don’t see.
This thing that remains still deep with in me
Cannot heal if I’m not set free.
Free from all these monsters that surround me.
The ones in my head and the ones that I see.
Free from all these monsters that follow me.
Not only them but the one I’ve come to be.
When you fingers tap or you speak right to me
My insides go cold and get colder, they freeze.
You seem like a dark, scarey monster to me.
So much so that I want to leave.
Not leave this life that god has given me.
Leave you, my mind and all my sanity.
If I wanted you to, I’d let you feel me
My skin, fears and tears that no eye can see.
Like no other but me
That can see
These monsters that live inside me
Monsters that also walk every street
Can never ever tell or say to me
That in this thing inside believes
Deep down to the skin that supports me
Will be with you till the age of ninty-three
Or that you will forever be with me
Because this thing is a working machine.
And all these monsters are with in and behind me
Cannot feel the feelings that monsters feel
No, they cannot feel the real pain inside me.
And they cannot see…that this is simply not ment to be.