The puppets and demons,
That live under my bed,
Come out at night,
And mess with my head,
As my room burns down,
And the walls flip to rain,
I shut my eyes tight,
And hope Im still sane,
I can see all the lies,
But I cannot hear them,
They tear at my thoughts,
Again and again,
The stars are too busy,
They dont ahve the time,
To shine outside windows,
To shine outside mine,
So its only the dark,
Watching over me,
Its only the dark, That I can see.