Even in the daytime, the music spoke to me.
I could fight the dreams then, close my eyes comfortably.
Now I listen to my music box, and don't feel quite the same,
Because the monsters still love to play their little games.
I hear the beautiful song again, and see the memories
Of all my little monster friends dancing around me.
They twirled and twirled, faster than I could,
And laughed at me from under their dark hoods.
I try once again but still I find
They're better than me, just like the rest of mankind.
Eventually I wake up, and know it's all a dream.
But really, reality is the same and the feelings remain.
