There's a monster behind my closet door,
After the sun set, it starts to lure,
It lurks in the dark with sharp fangs,
The wooden floor creeks and clangs,
It resigns in the darkness of the abyss,
Its dead silent, not even an evil hiss,
At night is when he freely roam,
Not even under the covers are you safely home,
This monster have been following me all my life,
I'm scared one night he might cut my throat with a knife,
No matter how much I run I'll never be free,
Because the monster behind my closet door is me...