Oh Mercy Mercy Me....

Different story - sound same, so no one hears The screams of her soul falls on deaf ears A river of tears flow and they may never dry But nobody sees her cry, she locks herself inside Past scars of pain, bruises that may never heal She lives of her dreams and ceases to feel Goes through life acting like some kind of machine And every sincere emotion is reduced to a scene The dark is her armor The moon her only friend Devoid of any thought, any thought that makes sense. Ghosts of memories and relics of hope Is all that's left, now her heart is so cold She holds her head above water And strives to survive Praying for tomorrow Searching for peace of mind