Her memories suffer the kind of death that's loud enough to wake the dead
Her memories suffer a thousand torments because of what was unsaid
She walks around a lifeless form
I can tell it's in her eyes
Dissect a living ghost; I swear takes more than a scalpel knife
Standing in the darkness there's a light
Waiting for, waiting for another form of life
She forgets her memories tonight
Waiting for, waiting for a chance to love her life
Somebody, somebody help her, help
Tormented alone, drowning inside, buried by sand
Tormented alone, choking back tears at a loss for what she had
Blank stare into nowhere
I swear it's unlikely she'll be revived
Dissect a living ghost; I swear it takes more than a scalpel knife
She lies there in tranquillity forever
She's a memory
Destined forever, changing forever her memories
