you took something inside of me
and broke it
didn't even try to fix it
if you felt guilty you didn't show it
kind of left me ruined
and no one wants the toy that's broken
it ruins the fun you know
like a present that's already been opened
all of the good stuff is gone
it's now bitter, hollow, and potent
angry at the other dolls
even though it's you that chose them
what was there to gain from hurting me
i can't move on until i know it