Just call me a doll,
that's just what I am,
a bunch of stuffing,
shoved in a ****** sham.

I start to rip and tear,
so i stitch myself back together,
but the stuffing's falling out,
I'll never be alright, ever.

I'm pulling at the threads,
trying to fix the loose ends,
but they're coming untied,
and the needle is starting to bend.

I paint on this stupid smile,
so the world will never see,
what's inside this stupid doll,
the doll I call "me."

The world will always let you down,
there's hardly any light,
so just give up already,
is it even worth the fight?