Bleed in to me
If I cut myself open and peal back the layers
Will you come inside
Can I fold you into me

I have to write the things I can't tell you
It's been driving me insane
You treat me like I'm your sister
And you probably think I'm a pain
But thirteen years is too long to scribble your last name in note books
Play pretend with dolls
Daydream about a wedding that will never be reality
It's so unfortunate don't you think
I choose the wrong guys
You choose the wrong girls
They say I don't want to ruin what I have
I say I don't want to lose what could be
But how do I confess my love
To my life-long "buddy"

Pretty little dolls
With their makeup on
and their clothes just right

I once was a pretty little doll.
I wore my makeup.
Had my pretty clothes
and my hair done nice.

But I was still never liked.
No no.
Never an ideal,
Society didn't want to play with me
I was not to their standard still
I was looked down on by Barbie.

She was the pretty little doll I could never seem to be.
... I don't want to play dolls anymore.

I thought you were true.
Now I can't trust you.

This mind of a Martyr
One still ready to die for this,
Forgot my tears
Far too heavy to hide in this,
So chin up and stone faced,
With your fingers wrapped
around my monuments,
Ready to salvage the wreckage,
These marbled memories,
Still glisten in the eye of the sun