Hold her close
Before she slips into a world that's
Filled with ghosts
She wrote a letter professing her love
Or was it hate, I don't remember
You won't know until you make it there
So unlock the door and move the wooden chair
I can't promise it won't be hell
But it's better than how you're living now
So lift your head
Make it seem like everything's okay
Through this mess
Friends will leave without a warning
Just pack your things
Don't grasp for the air
You won't know until you make it there
So unlock the door and move the wooden chair
I can't promise it won't be hell
But it's better than how you're living now
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