run

Monsters in the dark and they chase me through the hallway

I can't see a thing, what if this is the wrong way?

I light up a spark and I see them in the crossway

Of my anxiety, staring like it's broad day

Monsters in the dark and they chase me through the hallway

I can't see a thing, what if this is the wrong way?

I light up a spark and I see them in the crossway

Of my anxiety, staring like it's broad day

I had never seen a boy so pure it hurt

Carried a smile but yet so insecure

Looked in his eyes, they were full of manic thirst