Elizabeth Sheaffer - Midnight Misery lyrics

Looking from the outside in: A wounded girl awaits Awaits the day her time will come Awaits her saving grace The hour draws near That fated hour A Midnight Siren's Song Her blood runs cold Her mind grows wary And soon the voices come If one would only show her Aye, if she could only see She herself is the only cause Of her Midnight Misery Alas, she sits Alone, she waits But no help will e'er come For it's through her mind And her wounded soul That this Misery's undone Perhaps the girl might see the light Perhaps she'd not despair If only one would comfort her If only someone cared Offer a shoulder, some respite From the barren existence she sees Her self-made curse takes hold Alas, her Midnight Misery