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