I have a problem, would you like to help?
There appears to be a monster under my bed
He's killing my parents and killing my friends
And I don't know how this story should end
He keeps me awake in the deep, dark night
Cutting my arms, my hair, I keep living in fright
Can't somebody help me?
Doesn't someone need to know?
But no one will believe me and my fear will only grow
I got a new wardrobe,
it's a tight, white jacket
and they stuffed me with pills so I wont make a racket
But what's this? The monster is gone?
My arms are healed, my hair is fine,
you think I really won?
My walls are white,
they're soft and high
and their's someone at the door
when I scream or when I sigh
Some people come in here,
saying the monster isn't real
But they don't know how scared I am
what I say or what I feel
They say I'm going crazy, they say that I should stop
They say the monster is in my mind, they say I made him up
I know they're right, I finally see
The monster under my bed...
is me...