**Hook**
There's creatures in my closet, creatures in my head,
Creatures under my mattress whispering beneath the bed.
Every night they got a message, every night they wanna speak,
They've been talking so damn long now they're starting to sound like me.
**Verse 1**
Three in the morning, ceiling fan spinning,
Eyes wide open but the nightmare's beginning.
Something in the corner got a grin too wide,
Says, "I've been here for years, why you acting surprised?"
Closet door cracked, hear a voice in the dark,
Saying, "Remember every failure? Let's take it apart."
Then the thing under the bed starts scratching the floor,
Like it's keeping a list of what I'm running from for sure.
One says, "You're nothing." One says, "Fight back."
One says, "Everybody leaves." Another says, "That's facts."
Got a whole damn choir singing fear in my brain,
And they all know the lyrics 'cause they sound the same.
**Hook**
There's creatures in my closet, creatures in my head,
Creatures under my mattress whispering beneath the bed.
Every night they got a message, every night they wanna speak,
They've been talking so damn long now they're starting to sound like me.
**Verse 2**
The one in my head wears a face like mine,
Knows every weak spot, every fault it can find.
It laughs when I stumble, gets loud when I fail,
Turns a small crack in my armor to a whole train derail.
The closet creature says, "Don't trust nobody."
The bed creature says, "Stay scared, stay cautious."
The head creature says, "You'll never get away."
Got me arguing with shadows at the end of every day.
But I noticed something strange when the moon got low,
Every monster got weaker when I told it "no."
Every whisper lost power, every threat got small,
Turns out they needed me to believe them at all.
**Bridge**
Now they're banging on the walls, trying hard to get in,
Trying to convince me that they'll always win.
But the louder they scream, the more I understand—
A monster ain't a monster if it can't command.
Final Hook
There's creatures in my closet, creatures in my head,
Creatures under my mattress whispering beneath the bed.
Still talking every night, but I don't believe the speech,
'Cause the scariest thing about them was the power that I gave each.
There's creatures in my closet, creatures in my head,
Creatures under my mattress whispering beneath the bed.
They keep talking, keep talking, but they're fading with the dawn,
And every sunrise proves they were never that strong.
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