I wore a hoodie, with black jeans that night.
I sat on my bed, my face was all white.
The truth was killing me. It couldn't come out.
The monsters in my room were dancing to the music all around me.

Their teeth, and claws coming out.
Their faces, behind the skin.
They were trying to break through.
But none of it was true.
And I knew.

There's a spirit in my chest
but it belongs to my guest.
Him, who rings the bells in my room
who turns my skin into salt
and wants to take me soon.

But it was never my fault.

My door is still open,
and my plant is still alive.

I will grow...I will always grow.

You are all just ghosts,
trapped between this world and the next.
And now, it's me you want the most.