Waking up, cloudy realisation Looking down and to my trepidation You'd won Please don't say that you'd won
Try to scream but my lungs aren't working Push my wound but it's no longer hurting Well done You've killed me, honey Well done
Now I can glide through air lighter than a feather Go through walls and visit Grandma Heather It's fun I'm finally having so much fun
'Cause I'm no longer breathing, or ever sleeping Is invisible to all those whose hearts are still beating You've won? You really think that you've won?
Now I'm a ghost It's my turn to haunt you It's my turn to say Boo! It's my turn to scare you And have you shiver in your boots
It's your turn to say sorry It's your turn for tear drops It's your turn to hide away and Wishing that this pain would stop