My Own Monster [Turkish translation]

I turn my head, there's nothing there

All I own is my thoughts for my fears

I close the door to keep out the bad

I plug my ears to keep out these fears

And I cry

So hold me close

For I'm so tired of holding myself

So very tired and tired

Tired and tired

Just hold me

I listen to these voices

Or is it this house that's giving me chills

As I lie upon this little girls bed?

Who's at the door? Who's walking near?

Or has my imagination spilled?

This little girl all grown up still fears

Oh, and I cry

So hold me close

For I'm so tired of holding myself

So very tired and tired

Tired and tired

Just hold me

Where can I go, where can I hide

from these evil sufferings?

Oh, these images painted on my walls

They say there's a place that I can

hide in the shadow of your wings

Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge

No more tears

So hold me close

For I'm so tired of holding myself

So very tired and tired

Tired and tired

Just hold me