[Verse 1] [soft piano with a dissonant, haunting melody, faint creaks of an old house in the background] In the house where the ivy climbs, She paces halls lost to time. Her hands are stained with love and sin, A mother’s grief, a war within. [acoustic guitar enters with slow, fingerpicked chords] The walls are green, a vibrant hue, A poison shade that no one knew. She traced the patterns, her fingers bare, A bitter taste still lingers there. [Chorus] [choir harmonies swell, strings rise with a mournful intensity] She haunts the house by the water’s edge, Bound by guilt, a broken pledge. Her whispers echo through the night, A mother’s love turned ghostly blight. Beware, beware, the house she keeps, Where shadows stir and sorrow weeps. [Verse 2] [violin enters with trembling, eerie tremolo] The cradle’s empty, the doll sits still, Her daughter’s laughter, a phantom thrill. She hums a tune, her voice so low, A lullaby from long ago. [piano shifts to a minor key, adding tension] The wallpaper blooms, a sickly green, A silent witness to what’s unseen. She pressed her lips to its toxic grace, And left her mark on that cursed place. [Chorus] [full instrumentation swells, percussion adds a heartbeat rhythm] She haunts the house by the water’s edge, Bound by guilt, a broken pledge. Her whispers echo through the night, A mother’s love turned ghostly blight. Beware, beware, the house she keeps, Where shadows stir and sorrow weeps. [Bridge] [synth pad swells, faint whispers and the sound of dripping water in the background] She sees her child in every room, Her laughter fades, replaced by gloom. The doll remembers, its eyes so wide, A vessel for what she tried to hide. [violin swells, tension builds] Her hands once warm, now cold as stone, She lingers here, forever alone. The wallpaper whispers, its poison spreads, Binding her soul to the life she dreads. [Final Chorus] [all instruments crescendo, choir harmonies add ghostly backing vocals] She haunts the house by the water’s edge, Bound by guilt, a broken pledge. Her whispers echo through the night, A mother’s love turned ghostly blight. Beware, beware, the house she keeps, Where shadows stir and sorrow weeps. [Outro – Spoken Whisper] [soft piano fades, faint sound of wind and creaking floorboards] “She just wanted to make it right…”
