Sep 20, 2005 20:32
monsters
my life is a circus and i am the clown
when i was a kid i wore paper crowns
theyd pick me up, then twirl me around
they painted my smile on, they hid my frown
there's monsters about, they're all my creations
they're under my bed causing matress levetations
all of my friends are mental fabrications
so i hold fast to my imagination
innocence was here
it rots away with time
my monsters disapeared
my dreams became a crime
now it seems inane, and i have no clue why
make believe is fake believe, it makes me want to cry
told me to grow up and give maturity a try
said they're no monsters or catchers in the rye
but i can still remember the times we used to share
walking thru the woods at night without a fear or care
reminice the stary nights when we'd lay back and stare
and i still check beneath my bed in hope my friends are there
i never check spelling