There is a monster within, the deserted part of my heart, without letting anybody see
I let him out in the dark.
When the town is cold and empty.
Me and him exchange thoughts
He wants to blow me up, but I’m too tough.
Today, he was gloomy, humming a sad tone,
Digging the blues within, persuading me to stroll the old-forgotten road.
He wants me to sob, wants me to groan.
But he forgot I’m too rigid, like a stone.