We all swim in our own oceans
We all walk through our own forests
We all get locked in our own attics
We all get lost in our own circus
We all see fear in our closets

We all swim in our own oceans
There are sharks in everyone’s water
They scare us
Lurking, in the darkest, deepest parts of us
Ready to have a sneak attack whenever they please
Always on the move, never losing their trail
Maybe they’re always moving because they can’t belong
Maybe they track us from below because they long to reach our level
Maybe they aren’t so different from us
Maybe we’re the sharks in our own 0oceans

We all walk through our own forests
There are wolves on everyone’s ground
They terrify us
Sly, sneaking around in our shadows
Leading their packs, following our movements
Always watching with glowing eyes, never backing down
Maybe they’re watching so they don’t get left out
Maybe they’re afraid if they don’t stand up for themselves, no one will
Maybe they are more like us than we think
Maybe we’re the wolves in our own forests

We all get locked in our own attics
There are spiders on everyone’s ceiling
They horrify us
Small, undetected above our heads
Creating webs to trap their prey in
Hoping we’ll fall asleep so they can crawl down our throats
Maybe they spin webs to keep themselves busy
Maybe they think without the distraction, they’ll self-destruct
Maybe they can relate to us more than we believe
Maybe we’re the spiders in our own attics

We all get lost in our own circus
There are clowns in everyone’s shadows
They petrify us
Laughing, with painted faces at our backs
Covered in our blood, cackling at our fear
Knowing they’re in control, yet still unable to show their faces
Maybe they hide themselves because they aren’t as scary as they’d like to be
Maybe they laugh because if not, they’ll cry
Maybe they look just like us under that paint
Maybe we’re the clowns in our own circus

We all see fear in our closets
There are secrets behind everyone’s clothes
They taunt us
Hulking, threatening to reveal themselves
Dangling our lives, over a cliff, ready to release their fingers
Forever building anticipation and destroying our sanity
Maybe they stick around because they have nowhere else to go
Maybe they keep us on our toes because they’re sick of being on theirs
Maybe our secrets just want to belong to someone
Maybe we’re the fear in our own closets

We are the sharks in our water
We are the wolves in our forests
We are the spiders in our attics
We are the clowns in our circus
We are the fear in our closets
We are all the same, we are all human