Monster from Breaking Points by Meghan Cristeen Martin & The 1900

She thought I was a demon knocking on her door
But I was only human
In her dreams I would slither across the floor
Below her bed and on the ceiling
With thorns for hands that could expand
To touch her naked soul.

You forget what it looks like
You forget what they see
A monster I am
But not to me
A monster I'm capable of
But how can it be
I'm a monster to her but not to me.

She let me in and kept me close
Fed me well
Said she'd never let go
But in a blink of an eye
She looked at me like I
Was the very monster
Here to take her soul

You forget what it looks like
You forget what they see
A monster I am
But not to me
A monster I'm capable of
But how can it be
I'm a monster to her but not to me

Well, I craved her attention
But how could I mention?
That darkness kept her in the shadows
And no matter how I felt
No matter how I tried
The monster remains inside her.

You forget what it looks like
You forget what they see
A monster I am
But not to me
A monster I'm capable of
But how can it be
I'm a monster to her but not to me

The monster is her not me.

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• Americana
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• Indianapolis