Love is a weakness, or so they say. Is our love my strength? because I often feel you never meet me halfway. Why is it always the same person who makes me feel the most loved, is the one who has the power to rip my happiness away with a single look? The one that holds me when I'm in shambles and wipes away my tears is the same person who caused them here. I've always dreamed of a fairy tale romance, and with you, I have wanted that for so long. but given the circumstance, soon I'll be gone.
Someday someone will love me with their whole heart and it will be everything I have ever dreamed of. I have to hold on to that.
The sun leans on the roof of Wanted workers The money they make is built on the money in graves Protest signs in dumpsters Astrology signs in caves The strings; they are pulling The strong; they are ashamed The weak; they are to blame Baby doll has no name
I've been here once before and I'll never be again I've said that once before. This time I'll hold my breath It's certainly her body. Is it then her soul? Is the fault that of the master? He must be in control I'll tell her it's alright, but the truth is I don't know Baby doll is not alone Baby doll does not know
The sun bends past the roof The money has been made Protesters have been mistakes New parking's being paved Baby dolls don't have a face They are personified Baby dolls can not feel pain The master forces hand Baby doll's not in the plan