Imam ga i ja

I've got a monster in my closet Someone's underneath my bed The wind's knocking at my window I'd kill it but it's already dead It waits till the midnight hour to come To torture me for the wrong I've done It just sits there and stares me And it won't let me get any sleep At first I was scared when I looked at his eyes But now that I know him I'm not that suprised I'm just waiting on the sun to rise Oh how I wish that old sun would rise I used to wonder why he looked familiar Then I realized it was a mirror And now it is plain to see, The whole time the monster was me