Fall and call and hope to borrow,
The sun, the moon, the winds and sorrow,
With eyes like glass and cheeks pulled hollow,
Full of acid too strong to swallow.

Does it make you feel good to make me feel small? When you're pushing me down, does it make you feel tall?
     Pointing out my flaws cause you wanna erase them all.
    Does it make you feel good to make me feel small?
   Betcha didn't think I knew what I was made of. Thought I would lay down,  I wouldn't stand up
   Well listen up cause you got it all wrong. This is for you.
I'm not a paper doll. You can't make me what you want. You just build me up and tear me down.
   Enough's enough. Go, leave me alone. Cut me down but I won't fall. I'm not a paper doll.
    Did somebody make you feel invisible? Is it true hurt people hurt people?
     The way you hate and break. It don't make any sense at all, but you're not gonna make me feel invisible.
   Betcha didn't think I knew what I was made of. Thought I would lay down, I wouldn't stand up.
   Well listen up cause you got it all wrong. This is for you.
   You'd love it if you crumble me up, in the palm of your hands. Well, I bet that *****, because now you know you can't.
  Does it make you feel good to make me feel small? When you're pushing me down, does it make you feel tall?
   I'm not a paper doll. You can't make me what you want. You just build me up and tear me down.
   Enough's enough. Go, leave me alone. Cut me down, but I won't fall.

   I'm not a paper doll.

i am all but confused
My shadowy thooughts dance under the rain while a part of basks in sunlight.
I am all but empty
I claim satifaction with an all rounded sense of hungered.
i am all but vain
I bath in my glory yet to be proven to mankind

Where does my motivation and depression come from?
i fear that i canot tell.. a pity
In love i am tenderly caressed but with fleeting values
In bitterness, i am a wounded lioness seeking revenge,
hurt but with a focus.

I am tempted to ask myself,
where does thy motivation come from?
From the posionous romance of shakespeare?
From words abouts the sullen hull?
From temptations of the daffodils?
From the pain thst lurks therein?
From the sweetness of nature's gift?

Sadly, as i reminisce my past inspirations
I who was oce dull, tentatively recall the forms in which they came
From the bitterness and Sweetness of my heart.