The ghost behind the door won’t let her out to play –
It keeps her shut inside her room all day
Drifting through the keyhole as she sleeps,
Its presence makes her wail and weep.
The ghost behind the door won't free her from her chains –
It forces her to watch the wind and rain
Spilling down the window as it creeps
Beneath her where the floorboards creak.
The ghost behind the door will not abide her sweet relief –
It forces her to wallow in her grief
Haunted by the memories of before,
Of the guy behind the ghost behind the door.
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