They say a woman haunts these halls and she once killed a man,
But in my search for haunted memories,
I found a girl scared to dance.
Broken, shattered whiskey bottles all across the floor,
Cracked and beat window frames leaning by the door.
Verse 2:
The TV still flickers, though the cord's been cut for years,
You can almost hear her breathing through the weight of all those tears.
Footsteps echo softly where she used to hide and pray,
That the devil in his bottle wouldn’t find her there someday.
Chorus 1 (Slow, Sad):
She ain’t no ghost, just a memory stained in pain,
Left behind like the lipstick on the broken windowpane.
They say she’s a killer, but they don’t know her name,
She was just trying to live, just trying to escape the flame.
Verse 3 (Tempo Picks Up Gently – Hopeful):
Now there’s coffee in the morning, laughter in the bed,
She don’t jump when boots hit the porch steps.
He don’t raise his voice, just raises her eyes,
Calls her beautiful in the calm morning light.
Chorus 2 (Uplifted but Tender):
She’s learning how to dance with her shoes off again,
Learning how to lean on the warmth of a friend.
The cracks in her soul, they’re filling with gold,
And he’s teaching her love like she’s never been told.
Verse 4 (Midtempo, Bright Instrumentals):
He patched the porch where the bottle broke,
Hung flowers in the place of smoke.
She laughs now, it’s soft but real,
Like a wound that finally knows how to heal.
Chorus 3 (Slightly Bigger, More Emotion):
She’s learning how to trust when the silence stays kind,
Letting go of the ghosts she kept locked in her mind.
He don’t fix her—just holds her hand tight,
And for the first time in years, she sleeps through the night.
Bridge (Soft, Reflective):
But some nights when the wind shakes the pane,
She swears she hears his boots again.
Old fear creeps in like a thief in the dark,
And she pulls the covers tight around her heart.
Final Chorus (Tender, Bittersweet):
She’s learning how to live, but some wounds run deep,
Still checks the locks before she falls asleep.
He holds her close when the shadows creep in,
Says, “You don’t have to fight him in your head again.”
Outro (Fading gently):
She’s come so far from that haunted floor,
But sometimes she still hears his rage at the door.
Love’s teaching her slowly, though the past won’t rest—
That even a shattered heart can still beat in a chest
