How could you?

This used to be my house.

This used to be our house

The walls, the floors, the halls

The shelves so tall,

They whisper secrets

And tell the truth 

Now I walk these halls

And stomp the floors

Scratching the walls

Cursing the shelves that were so tall

Remembering our secrets

How could you?

This is not my house!

This was my living hell!

The music box still ringing in my ear

It echoes sordid secrets that you feared

Now that you’re gone everything is all too clear

I freeze every time I think back to when you called me “dear”.

Your darkness weighed on me every night

I closed my eyes so you’d be outta sight

I silently cried and prayed with all my might

You crossed my threshold, snuffed out my light

How could you?

I’m not the same girl that I used to be

I can close the door on those bad memories

How could no one ever see

The music box and what it did to me?

I’m not the same girl I used to be

I closed the lid on your music box

Now you’re gone and finally the music stopped...