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 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.
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