My dear child
what has life done to you?
the doors were open
the curtains would billow
from the night wind.
Lights would dance above your bed
before you closed your eyes
and let the monsters in
My dear child
what has life done to you?
the doors were open
the curtains would billow
from the night wind.
Lights would dance above your bed
before you closed your eyes
and let the monsters in
