My Own Monster
I turn my head, there's nothing thereAll I own is my thoughts for my fearsI close the door to keep out the badI plug my ears to keep out these fears
And I cry
So hold me closeFor I'm so tired of holding myselfSo very tired and tiredTired and tiredJust hold me
I listen to these voicesOr is it this house that's giving me chillsAs I lie upon this little girls bed?Who's at the door? Who's walking near?Or has my imagination spilled?This little girl all grown up still fears
Oh, and I cry
So hold me closeFor I'm so tired of holding myselfSo very tired and tiredTired and tiredJust hold me
Where can I go, where can I hidefrom these evil sufferings?Oh, these images painted on my wallsThey say there's a place that I canhide in the shadow of your wingsOh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge
No more tears
So hold me closeFor I'm so tired of holding myselfSo very tired and tiredTired and tiredJust hold me