[Intro] The silence of her absence was…deafening. [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 1] What is this, machine, she was speaking of? I know this seems like one of those times in movies. Where I should definitely, Not, follow the ghost lady’s instructions. “But I’mma follow the ghost lady’s instructions.” Ah-hah!” Now, what kind of machine? That’s quite broad. This is a gas station after all. Hmmmm… God! I could really use a fountain machine right now. Please let it be a fountain machine! “Please please please!” Gah! “Fountain MACHEEN Down.” Well, what other machines are there around here. Is the cash register a machine? “Clang, bang, plop!” Ah! What was…oh hey there, little raccoon friend. Scared the crap outta me. What are you doing inside that… “Vending Machine?!” Hmmm, I can feel a draft underneath. Let’s just…”Screeeech!” There we go. Now…whoa! Okay, ummmm. “Don’t open the creepy hatch door, dude”, I thought to myself. Yet, without hesitation, my body just…flipped it wide open. And began walking down the stairs. Dark, damp, and musty. Sounds of water droplets, slowly splashing in the distance. My footsteps echo, down the full length of the long tunnel way before me. Slowly I walked. Steadily I prayed. Knowing full well, that I should NOT be here. Nothing about this place sehz “welcome”. All of a sudden, as if a music box chimed on, I could hear her singing. Somewhere, within the depths of these god forsaken hallways. Her voice, soft, at first. Like a mother’s lullaby. Then began growing ever more intense and emotionally charged, as I got closer…and closer. [Chorus 1] For You, For You. This is All, for you. For You, For You. This is All, I’ll do. For You, For You. This is All, for you. For You, For You. This is All, We do. For You, For You. This is All, for you. For You, For You. This is All, I’ll do. For You, For You. This is All, for you. For You, For You. This is All, We do. [Verse 2] “She’s just around the corner. I can hear it now.” I convinced myself. Quickly turning into the doorway, to take a look! Yet…no one was there. Simply an antique wooden chair. With a red blindfold, placed neatly upon it’s seat. Is this what she meant by “For You?” I suppose. This just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Well, I suppose I will hold onto this then. Might just tie it onto my belt. “That way I don’t lose it.” [Instrumental Bridge] [Outro] Voices began whispering in the distance. The hall’s echoes, making it impossible to decipher. But something tells me…. “I should hide now” [End Song]
