Lonely Hearts and Scary Thoughts

Beating a slow rhythm

Pounding less than a drum

When you've lost hope

You think of what you become

Scary thoughts conjure

Up inside your pretty little head

You welcome them in

They lay you down to bed

You sweat from the fear

Your sanity has run low

Whats left of you now

There's no where to go

Fall asleep and dream they say

Were here to "comfort" you

There's no better way