She was sleeping alone in her single sized bed
Till she heard the voices beyond the walls
And I doubt she was dreaming
But still she insists
Cause the conversation was not present or future
The time was that of which has past
The dates she was hearing
And the music that was playing
Was it a plot she could discover?
or as it all inside her head?
or was the ghosts that haunt her lonely house playing scenes that were dead?
Now she lays awake at nights
Waiting to uncover
The truth that lingers in empty halls
But she will never discover
Cause it was once she heard the voices
And from that point on became unsubtle
Her mind fell apart
And her life unraveled
Till she couldn’t reassemble
