There’s a monster in my closet…
It waits till the midnight hour to come
To torture me for the wrong that I’ve done
It just sits there and stares at me
And it won’t let me get any sleep
At first I was scared
When I looked at his eyes
But now that I know him
I’m not that surprised
I’m just waiting on the sun to rise
Oh, how I wish that the sun would rise
I used to wonder why he looked familiar
Then I realised it was a mirror
Oh and now it is plain to see
The whole time the monster was me