Scarred

Hey Mister don’t you want to love me
Hey Mister

Staring out the window
I see the shadows of the moon
Sadly they’re just deep, dark scars
Still it’s haunting, beautiful
Wakened from my reverie
By hurried voices
In the next rented room
Where there lies a different girl
A lost soul, like me
Fated to live in this dark world
Or cease to be

So in pretty, painted faces
Each night we sing

Hey Mister
Don’t you want to love me
I can pretend I’m loved by you
You can hold me for an hour If you wish
Your fantasies come true

Come the dawn of morning
I feel empty and all alone
In the mirror, a stranger
Who wishes she could go home
Lipstick and mascara smeared
Salt black tears slide down
Last night’s rose coloured cheeks
I cry for the me long gone
A girl pure and free
Sacrificed in dirty sheets
She ceased to be

There is an ache in a childhood stolen
Magic dies when we are in pain
Forced to grow up too soon
Unseen scars remain

So in pretty, painted faces
Others will sing

Hey Mister
Don’t you want to love me
I can pretend I’m loved by you
You can have me for an hour
If you wish, your fantasies come true
But not me, not me
My mind is broken, my body used
No, not me, not me
I can no longer live this ruse

I mourn the young girl I was
And my ability to trust
Stolen by a savage hand
Ravaged by a monster’s lust
No desire to live this life
I plan my escape
A sad smile, one last pill
At last I can slip away
Leave this world behind
A baby is born to take
My emptied space, my empty space

Hey Mister
Don’t you want to love me
I can pretend I’m loved by you
You can have me for an hour if you wish, your fantasies come true

I’ll bless it in our passing
Place a precious kiss to its face
Wish it a life full of love and God’s grace