We all know there was never really monsters under our beds
Na we're the real monsters that drive these false pretenses into each other's heads
Whose to say what's right or wrong
Cause you'll always feel bad for that beautiful singer singing her heartbreak song
Yet those are her words and how she wants you to see it
Never once will you hear the other side, and if you did would you really believe it ?
Na the monsters are the ones sitting alone in the corner
Not the ones who throw themselves on a pedestal and expect everyone to bask in their greatness
Why do people get lonely
Who told them they had to be surrounded by friends or family
Being dependent on someone else
See this is just another failed society
If you don't live as an individual
