you put me away in the closet when you're done with me
and when i rip, you gently sew me back
you always forget that dolls have feelings, too, though
and you just get mad so easily
you always are physically ever so soft, but verbally you just destroy me
you always just put me back in my box
but can't you see i'm hurting?
you only see the outside
never the tears
i'm just a doll good dollies don't cry, good dollies can't cry i'm just a doll
so you leave without a second thought
i've been in your closet for so long
i'm all but a forgotten toy now
it's so cold in here
why have you left me to rot?
i cannot move, you must know this
i can only sit and stare
i'm just a doll, can't you remember? i'm just a doll i'm just a doll
I actually spent quite a while revising this, which is pretty abnormal for me. I normally don’t communicate like a normal human, but I guess I am, now. If I’m doing this, I might as well say— this is most likely going to become a song.