Katy Hudson
Miscellaneous
My Own Monster
I turn my head there's nothing there
All I own is my thoughts for my fears
I close the door to keep out the bad
I plug my ears to keep out these fears
And I cry.....
So hold me close for
I'm so tired of holding myself
So very tired and tired, tired and tired
Just hold me
I listen to these voices or is it this house that's giving me chills?
As I lie upon this little girl's bed
Who's at the door?
Who's walking near?
Or has my imagination spilled?
This little girl all grown up still fears
Oh and I cry!
Where can I go where can I hide from these evil suffereings?
Oh these images painted on my walls
They say there's a place that I can hide in the shadow of Your wings
Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge
No more tears.

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