I miss the days,
When I was okay,
When the world went round,
With plenty of sound.
Now what do I hear?
Nothing but fear,
always finds it's way into my heart.
On that day,
We drove away,
Hoping for a better life,
It was a story of a wife,
who left her husband,
escaping the abuse,
but, really,
what was the use?
She packed up her things,
Grabbed her kids and left,
Leaving behind the memories.
Bam, crash, boom, was not in the plan,
But that's what happened to Mary Anne.
She drove straight into that tree,
her daughter was only three,
they called her Heather,
but now she'll never,
hear the sounds again.
That girl was me,
the one called Heather,
I wonder what it'd be like now,
if Mary Anne were still around,
Would the husband have gone mad?
Would I still be with daddy dearest?
Or would I be safe somewhere,
I guess we'll never know now.
I hear the sounds,
yet I cannot hear.
I suppose that's what happens,
when Mary Anne gets scared.
She dies, her daughter goes deaf,
and her husband,
well that's yet,
another story.
He hates his daughter,
he hates me.
So that's how I live my life,
deaf, abused, alone, and scared,
but really,
no one will ever truly care.
