My monster is not beneath my bed
My monster is within my head
He is me and I am him
The odds of escaping him are slim
I wrestle with him every day
He is a beast I can not slay
But there's something else within my head
And it is the reason I am not quite dead
I have these voices and they are good
They tell me to do the things I should
They keep the monster in his cage
And they contain his awful rage
It's a struggle to keep him contained
And his evil thoughts can't be explained
I know not why he's here
Or why he hates all I hold dear
But the voices keep me sane
When I wish for a bullet in my brain
