The Broken Doll
No one knows just how she feels
A fractured doll - She isn't real
She sits up high with a painted smile
She's all prepared to stay a while
She watches with a glassy gaze
On lonely nights and lonely days
Through her porcelain tears you'll find
She's begging you to change your mind
No one knows just how she feels
A fractured doll - She isn't real
Her hands are folded in her lap
Waiting to be taken back
She smoothes the lines in her satin dress
Imagining the soft caress
Of the one who threw her off the shelf
And made her something not herself
A Broken Doll until the end
She's still and silent
She wants a friend
Put her together and watch her wounds mend
Just so she can love again