Songs. Monster

Monster. Beautiful monster.
Glass shards inside your chest.
They pierce you, they hurt so deeply,
Tears turn into stars in your eyes.
Everything inside is burned and broken,
Wounds are bleeding, aching still.
Monster, beautiful monster,
You hide your dreadful gaze again.

Everyone thinks you’re sweet and harmless,
Naive, so fragile, almost careless.
You stay silent, softly smiling,
Called a beauty, calm and shining.
A ball of contradictions, sharp and tight,
You fight yourself in endless nights.
You take the blows straight to the heart,
Still smiling, playing your part.

Monster. Beautiful monster.
Glass shards inside your chest.
They pierce you, they hurt so deeply,
Tears turn into stars in your eyes.
Everything inside is burned and broken,
Wounds are bleeding, aching still.
Monster, beautiful monster,
You hide your dreadful gaze again.

In your den you lick your scars,
Pouring blackened tears like tar.
Too sensitive to every tone,
All the dirt cuts to the bone.
Colors burn too sharp and clear,
Nothing in this world feels sincere.

Curled up in a darkened corner,
Twisted, shaking, getting smaller.
Life feels wrong, the rules unfair,
They play with you like a doll in despair.
Balls into your open goals,
Knives into your healing wounds.
Yet again, for reasons unknown,
You choose not to break — you hold on.

Monster. Beautiful monster.
Glass shards inside your chest.
They pierce you, they hurt so deeply,
Tears turn into stars in your eyes.
Everything inside is burned and broken,
Wounds are bleeding, aching still.
Monster, beautiful monster,
You hide your dreadful gaze again.