Their footsteps are hollow
As their ghost walks the hall...

Let me tell you something
Something I've never said out loud...

Far away from your sight
So far away, into the night...

May not ye fear the evil that I ‘twas...
And to the night, thee I bade...

I bite my lip
I bite it hard...

Little child, upon the morn
Til this day, thee I mourn...

Little china doll, lying on your bed
A treasured lost memento inside your head...

A little girl wants to die
A little girl who tries so hard not to cry...

She stands there in the gloomy halls
A silhouette against the darkness...

Biting her lips
Bleeding from the mouth...

Behind this mask that I wear
Is a soul that I shalt not bare...

She has a laughing smile
Quirky blonde hair, back and tidy...