"So when we leave,
It'll be a quick midnight escape;
We'll disconnect ourselves,
From all of yesterday.
I'll dig for water,
And fashion our very own wishing well;
Then we'll throw our coins down,
Hoping to rid us of this little hell.
There's a degree of difficulty in dealing with me--
From my haunted past comes the daunting task,
Of living through memories.
If we could just hang a mirror on the bedroom wall,
Stare into the past, and forget it all,
Will we get out of this little hell?"