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.'