There's a ghost in my bed
She cries in her sleep
She says I won't let her leave
I lie perfectly still
As she stifles her tears
I don't want to disturb her

'let go, let go – please let me be
Look at the ghost you've made of me'

Dush dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
"sweetie, are you here with me? "
The mirror chrashed on the dresser
And she began to scream
"bloody murderer! let me rest in peace!"
"when I was yours, you fled the scene,
Now you can't wash your hands of me. "

Bloody murder
You can't here the screams