Secret Rooms
This room smells of ghosts
this room keeps our secrets
the nightmares never end
our lives last too long
listen to the oblivious
She looks to her left
as he moves to the right
turns back around
and he dissolves into the night
everything he touches turns to stone
desperately she wishes she wasn’t alone
light, shine her the way
cause she doesn’t know where to go
time keeps moving so slow
Remember that night,
where she felt so cold
he wrapped his arms around her,
Be careful what you wish for.
Call me Cinderella, she says
Prince Charming,
who lies beneath your mask,
truly, my darkest fear, mine.
This rooms smells of ghosts
keep our secrets
in our nightmares
our lives are too short
Listen to the consciousness
