I hold the key to the door in the back room.
The one we’ve never walked through.
If you follow me, I’ll go first.
I see in the beam of the spotlight,
a diary on the floor.
I open it up and read it slow. [bad word] 
It’s all about you.
This book about you.
The room gets cold....
I start breathing slow.
I hear a second voice.
It’s not my own.
It’s evil what he did to you.
All things he put you through.
Everything that made you hurt.
I’m sorry that he slit your world,
and left you dying on the floor.
If only......If only I were there. [bad word] 
Did you hear that?
The second voice [bad word] back.
It wasn’t yours.
The second voice [bad word] back.
There it was. The second voice has spoken again.
Don’t look back.
Just turn [bad word] !!