Blackout nights, almost worse when you wake up.
Scared of the shadows on your walls,
And the inky wraiths that hide under the dresser.
I can't remember all of what happened.
Just figures staring, and his voice like a memory in my ears, "Baby? Baby? You're breathing too fast."
I was too scared to open my eyes, and see that no one was in my room but myself
Scared of the shadows on your walls,
And the inky wraiths that hide under the dresser.
I can't remember all of what happened.
Just figures staring, and his voice like a memory in my ears, "Baby? Baby? You're breathing too fast."
I was too scared to open my eyes, and see that no one was in my room but myself
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