LYRIC

Someone's always watching me,
Someone's always there

When I'm sleeping he just waits,
And he stares

Someone's always standing in the
Darkest corner of my room

He's tall and wears a suit of black,
Dressed like the perfect groom

Where are you going?
Why won't you stay?

They might be scared of you,
But I just want to play…

He has no face,
He hides with the trees…

He loves little children,
When they beg and scream

Please

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