When I get home a ghost cuts into my skin with a blade.
He thinks it's fun to carve every letter of his name,
And I find it hard to escape,
He's locked me up, I am caught in chains.
When I get home the rain starts falling from the sky.
And I mistake the drops as tears coming from my eyes.
I scream and shout into my pillowcase.
I guess I am crying so I will just hide my face.
When I get out I can feel my bones shaking.
When I open my mouth, my heart starts racing.
And I find it hard to make myself feel at home,
and I feel bad because I am sitting all alone.
When I get home a ghost cuts into my skin with a blade,
I tell him to carve some lines instead of his dumb name.
And you know it's easy to escape when you try.
But I only know how to keep myself quiet.
