Story of her life
In a silent room
Of disproof
Merry had a little lamp
And a bucket full of sand
Chorus
That’s her life
That’s how it starts
That’s her life
That’s how it ended
She tried to search
For the things taken away
‘Till the end of her last day
All alone in an empty room
She searched for the gladness
With only a bucket full of sand
And a little lamp in her hand
Loneliness was her embrace
Trapped in this maize
Of disappointment
Disapproval
Of loneliness
And sadness
Somewhere between good things were missed
So many memories
The window looked out
On a thousand trees
She suffered in her doubt
To afraid to leave
She threw away her gladness
Drowned herself in sadness
Only she could save herself
She was too late to scream for help
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