Katy Perry

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
(Repeat)
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?