The mind, it's a strange thing
It holds the power nothing and no one else has
Can bring you joy, can bring you sorrow
Can also be the cause as to why you feel so hollow
With all it's power and it's might
It can be the cause to your demise and trust me that's not a pretty sight
Sometimes you have to be strong to keep it at bay
Or those monsters that lurk will come out to play
We're not all so fortunate to be able to use it as a safe space from the world to flee
And if you happen to be one of those people, better pray to god those monsters don't get set free
