What lives in are closet children is just are
Imagination
A thought of a very mean neighbor
Lives next door to your bedroom
But mommy and daddy turns on the light
And to see are
Imagination
And no ones home
Did he or she move out
Why are you the only one that hears it
And why dose it only make nose at night
What dose it want from me
Would you like a midnight sank
Are you not married maybe that's why
Your up set
I know it's not in my head
I hear you every night
I never see you I am not sure what
You look like
Maybe it's just one of my hangers that fell
I should move on to my window
That gives me the creeps