THIS WILL BE THE LAST
The same old words I whisper to myself whenever I come back to this nightmare.
"Goodnight, little one. It’s time to close your eyes,
The things you keep asking just let it all fly away
Like birds in the sky, they’ll soon find their way
But honey, just make sure to remember the promised I made
That wherever you go, even the darkest days
I will always be here with you, we will never be far away
Because, I will never leave you..."
As I run and run in the dark the lullaby keeps playing somewhere in the room. The footsteps approaching, the lyrics of the song are becoming unclear as it gets distorted changing into a deep, heavy, scary voice that seemingly comes underneath the ground.
Bab Populer