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.
You can't here the screams