The Darkness
Why am I afraid of the dark?
It’s nothing that you’d think
It’s not the monsters little kids fear for
Like the ones in the closet
Or the ones under the bed
It’s not exactly the dark I’m afraid of
It’s not being alone in the dark, is it?
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m alone
Alone, alone, alone
Alone with my thoughts
Thoughts I don’t want to think
Thoughts that I just want out of my head
Thoughts that are so strong
That they’re visible
Visible in the dark
The dark helps the thoughts grow
Grow and grow
Until the thoughts seem so real
And my imagination goes wild
The dark is a perfect place
A perfect place for my thoughts to become surreal
Because I can’t see anything
Only my thoughts
I’m not afraid of being alone
I’m afraid that I’m not alone
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