mortified_penguin:
Do you remember when the doors fell?
mortified_penguin:
Do you remember the sound that the door made when you closed it on me?
mortified_penguin:
Do you know that I went down to the ground, landed on both my broken-hearted knees?
mortified_penguin:
I didn’t even cry, ’cause pieces of me had already died.
mortified_penguin:
I’m a ghost, haunting these halls. Climbing up walls that I never knew were there.
mortified_penguin:
And I’m lost, broken down the middle of my heart, heart. I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart.
mortified_penguin:
You know you make me a ghost. You make me a ghost.