Sitting on this dusty shelf, pretty as can be.
Inside this little locked up room is all your glass eyes see.
Seeing what's around you, knowing nothing more.
If only you could break through this wooden door.
Such a pretty face, imperfections there are none.
Too bad when you were made, your life was already done.
Pity is for you, you're such a pretty doll.
If only you could see what lies beyond these walls.