Eyes so wide and hypnotized,
bare skin entangled on the bed.
She sits like a doll..
He pushes her..
He lies to her..
He tells her he loves her...
but its a lie.
its a lie,
..theres no truth behinde his eyes.
She wants to run away,
and forget every word he ever said.
She know's she's just a doll in her own life.
Run Run away...break the porcilen outside shell.
Run, Run away..Find the heart that lies within.
She keeps sitting on that bed..
Like a doll she just sighs and stares.
He hits her, he burises her...but nobody knows;
nobody cares, just a doll
She wants to run away,
and forget every word he ever said.
She know's she's just a doll in her own life
Run Run away...break the proceline outside shell.
Run, Run away...find the heart that lies within.
She runs through the doorway.
Pulling off the doll outside,
to see the one within.
She takes a match to the dollhouse. |
Submission Name: Doll House
) and of my own feelings of being a doll on display for associates and elders. It sucks to be a porcelain display, as anyone knows. (I actually wrote a poem, "The Anti-Doll (Evanesce) about it too 