Darling, I think it`s safe to say now that I will never figure you out.
You are the old abandoned house on the hill,
And I am the little girl with the red dress,
Curious
Looking through the fogged-up windows
Walking inside
Seeing ghosts
Meeting monsters
Always going the way that speaks of doom and despair
It`s too early to know if this is a horror movie
Hoping for the best anyway
Trusting that there is treasure
At the end.
