I am trapped in these four walls.
In the room where he kept his bed,
where he strummed countless chords.
And over there the closet,
where he once joked a monster lived.
The TV that echoed movies we never watched
Was once mounted where that shelf now sits.
And here sat his bed
Where our eyes met,
Our lips touched.
In the corner on the left,
The black couch
Where he loved me
But never slept.
When the stars shine through the window
I'm haunted by his ghost,
The sweet strums of blackbird songs.
I'm forever held inside.
Four walls painted blue
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