Dolls, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

so many pretty dolls on the shelf
sitting alone, all by themselves
see how they sit in such a still pose
confining their secrets that nobody knows
seated so straight, one leg over the other
they will let no one blow their cover
they laugh and giggle, skip and dance
and theyd steal any man, if given the chance
a doll can be purchased for 14 dollars
with a bonus gift included, a fake diamond collar.
she comes with an outfit, shoes and a purse
nobody understands that this life is a curse
it is a disease that has stricken her mind
a cure for this fatality, nobody can find
so she will live on, in a life not her own
and the realness of her life will never be shown
i cant imagine being so fake
a decision that i will refuse to make
and i will keep living, and watching them fall
because they chose to live, 
the life of a doll.
Posted: 2005-04-01 00:33:22 UTC

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