It’s nights like these when
It’s hard to breathe that
I want to smother this spark
This skeleton in the dark
There are ghosts in the halls
There is blood on the walls
Old bones interred in my heart
Lost and dead things that will not depart
It’s hard to breathe that
I want to smother this spark
This skeleton in the dark
There are ghosts in the halls
There is blood on the walls
Old bones interred in my heart
Lost and dead things that will not depart
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