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."