[Intro] I came home for Christmas… and the house still smelled like childhood [Verse 1] Unpacked my suitcase in the old pink room There she sat in faded crimson bloom Black lace and tarnished threads of ancient gold Spiderweb cracks across her porcelain hold One left eye held a faint and quiet glow I rubbed my eyes and turned the lamp down low [Pre-Chorus 1] Her eyes follow me… or does the light just lie? [Chorus 1] Something watches from the shadows by my bed The whole room twists the moment I turn my head That porcelain smile carves wider than it should Cracks in crimson blooming where the silence stood I swear it’s only stress, just holiday nerves But the walls are closing in with every breath [Verse 2] Steam fogs the mirror, shadows twist and crawl I rip the curtain back — nothing at all Back in the room her head is slightly turned Crimson skirt now draped across the pillow’s edge I push her gently toward the wall to sleep Yet the faint glow follows me into the deep [Pre-Chorus 2] Her smile is wider… was it always this cruel? [Chorus 2] Something watches from the shadows by my bed The whole room twists the moment I turn my head That porcelain smile carves wider than before Cracks in crimson blooming, deeper than before I swear it’s only stress, just holiday nerves But the walls are swallowing me with every breath [Bridge] Three in the morning, moonlight cuts the floor She stands at the foot of the bed — closer than before Black lace trembling, gold threads catching light Left eye pulsing soft, a cold and patient white She remembers every secret I forgot Every childhood fear I left to rot [Final Chorus] Something watches — right here at the foot of my bed Something smiles — crawling inside my head Porcelain fingers rest cold upon my sheet Cracks in crimson blooming, porcelain incomplete She’s been waiting here forever, quiet and refined …goodnight, little doll This room was never mine [Outro] --- Lyrics © 2026 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Visuals: Created with Grok · Music: Suno Exclusively available on Suno.
