I smile but I don’t know why,
I thought of a doll, for I’m nothing more,
Oh how I’d longed to weep and cry, upon a rife and spoiled white floor…
...
Why can’t you see who you really are?
Even I know my true face,
I’m just a doll wanting to know
the true price of this happiness.
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I’ve waited up there upon that shelf.
Just who was it that wanted to shout?
You look at me now
but think of yourself
and the pain that flooded out.
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If I am a doll
Then I’m unable to feel, No soul in my body, my heart isn’t real.
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My soul was a jewel,
Fake curls on my head, the life in my veins,
No tears can be bled.
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My pleas are unheard, the mirror my foe,
It smiles at me kindly; it knows all my woe…
My reflection and I, just which one is real,
An image is fake and a reflection can’t feel.
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Yet who do you see, this image or me?
Who am I right now?
just who could you see?
But here is your smile, my happiness raced…
I see now I know that you’re my true face…
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