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There's ghosts in the walls

They watch me

They stare

They hold onto thoughts that I bury there

The ghosts, they might hate me

Because I don't care

I don't listen to them

I just leave them right there

They covered them up

Now I hear their voices

The wallpaper's up

And it muffles the noises

I miss them now

I miss all the warmth

Of knowing that somebody

Watched me for once