Strange things go on when the day is done,
When I sleep they're in my dreams.
These dreams are scary, weird, and gross
Everything's not as it seems..
These dreams have come with peculiar things,
But the worst that I can recall...
Is in my room, under the moon
A little girl hangs from the wall.
Now she was weird, and it may sound queer,
That she wanted to die.
Why that is, only she knows
But she sits on the wall and cries.
Now she was scary with scars all down
The perimeter of her face.
She makes me scared to see my wall,
For she's always in the same place.
She'll cry blood and her eyes will turn black.
And once again I'll  pray the haunting girl never comes back.