I'm sick of feeling so alone,

Sick of being on my own,

(Chorus)

I miss being little,

Curled up in my bed,

Dreaming of monsters

And things in my head,

Over the years,

I’ve seemed to change,

But now and again I still hide in my place,

The fears that seem to take my soul,

Are just so old now,

The ignorance that used to be bliss,

Is it just a nagging whisper?

(Chorus)

I miss being little,

Curled up in my bed,

Dreaming of monsters,

And things in my head,

The beasts that lurk in every shadow,

Are waiting, biding their time,

I no that they’re there,

They never seem to leave,

My room is my haven,

My only safety,

My sanctuary

I'm sick of feeling so alone,

Sick of being on my own,