Rented a bedroom on the second floor
That kept a painting on the wall
All along in the corner of the frame
Hidden within something watching me
A little portrait of a young girl
Possessed the painting years ago
Of a quiet house in the country
And no one around to explain to me
Why didn't I see this until now
How could it have been so obvious
Went to open the bedroom door and leave
But then I looked down below
Suddenly a shadow ascending from the first floor
Growing nine feet tall
What does she want from me
The ghost from my past is here to haunt my future
But your ghost is not my ghost