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The Doll for Display
What do you see when you look down at me?
I see you there so big and tall
Oh dearest one of them all
I wish you'd pick me up, why do you let me be?
I just sit and watch the rain fall
Gone all day I wait for you to call
When you see a new crack on my pale face
you look at me with such appal
You'd say, "how'd that get there, who'd do that to such a fragile doll?"
When my dress becomes worn and torn you sew back all my satin and lace
You brush and fix my dark inky hair
Somedays you look at me delightfully or just stare
You fiddle with my bells to hear my ring
When you're finished you set me back against the wall
Somedays you don't even look at me at all
Will you only see me as just a marionette on a string?
In sadness all I can do is withdrawal
Thinking, am I too cold, hard or small?
I see you with that woman with flowers in her hair from spring
Why wouldn't he rather play with me?
I'd run to you but I'd crack from my face to my knee
Held dear, company and love I wish to me you'd bring
I want to be adored
But my heart sinks as I am ignored
I miss when you dressed me like a mannequin
When you picked me up and made me dance
You didn't know but you gave me a soul, feelings of love and romance
Now you avoid me like a forbidden sin
Im kept in this suffocating glass case
In darkness and solitude, alone in this place
You cherish me no more, some days I wish you'd throw me in the fire
How I wish you were near
Like the days when you were a young puppeteer
When you are back I look at you with desire
On my precious sleeve you see a strange new tear
But you give me attention, you find me another pair
Why must hope be such a liar
You used to hold me for security when you were young
I know I am not flesh, is there no way my feelings can be undone?
Why can't I be your only one?
Wind the back of me
I can't bare to not share my thoughts, can't you see!
Your tending care I dreadfully wish to acquire
You used to covet and cherish me like an antique
Like I was so rare and unique
Im not real but this feeling wont retire
In love for you I fall
But to you I am just a porcelain doll
I see you there so big and tall
Oh dearest one of them all
I wish you'd pick me up, why do you let me be?
I just sit and watch the rain fall
Gone all day I wait for you to call
When you see a new crack on my pale face
you look at me with such appal
You'd say, "how'd that get there, who'd do that to such a fragile doll?"
When my dress becomes worn and torn you sew back all my satin and lace
You brush and fix my dark inky hair
Somedays you look at me delightfully or just stare
You fiddle with my bells to hear my ring
When you're finished you set me back against the wall
Somedays you don't even look at me at all
Will you only see me as just a marionette on a string?
In sadness all I can do is withdrawal
Thinking, am I too cold, hard or small?
I see you with that woman with flowers in her hair from spring
Why wouldn't he rather play with me?
I'd run to you but I'd crack from my face to my knee
Held dear, company and love I wish to me you'd bring
I want to be adored
But my heart sinks as I am ignored
I miss when you dressed me like a mannequin
When you picked me up and made me dance
You didn't know but you gave me a soul, feelings of love and romance
Now you avoid me like a forbidden sin
Im kept in this suffocating glass case
In darkness and solitude, alone in this place
You cherish me no more, some days I wish you'd throw me in the fire
How I wish you were near
Like the days when you were a young puppeteer
When you are back I look at you with desire
On my precious sleeve you see a strange new tear
But you give me attention, you find me another pair
Why must hope be such a liar
You used to hold me for security when you were young
I know I am not flesh, is there no way my feelings can be undone?
Why can't I be your only one?
Wind the back of me
I can't bare to not share my thoughts, can't you see!
Your tending care I dreadfully wish to acquire
You used to covet and cherish me like an antique
Like I was so rare and unique
Im not real but this feeling wont retire
In love for you I fall
But to you I am just a porcelain doll
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