Hiding in the Closet

I'm hiding in my closet,
From that man outside my door.
I'm sure he knows I'm here,
But I can just sit here, filled with horror.

I remember how he first got here,
It was only an hour ago,
He rang the doorbell, gun in hand,
Why he came, well, I don't know.

My father answered, what a fool,
I was standing right next to him,
I saw my father fall to the floor,
Bullethole in head, his expression was grim.

My first reflex was to run and hide,
I didn't know what I was doing,
I saw the stairs and headed for them,
Thats when he started shooting.

He went on a rampage throughout the house,
My mother was the next to go,
As I ran down the upstaris,
I heard her say, "Help! Let me GO!"

BAM! There goes a gunshot,
I just assumed that she was dead,
That's when I heard him walking up the stairs,
So to the closet I sped.

I heard him walk by the closet,
And then back by again,
I wonder if he knows I'm here,
And is just messing with my head.

So I'm hiding in my closet,
From that man outside my door,
I'm sure he knows I'm here,
But I can just sit here, filled with horror.