the porcelain doll with great big eyes
with cherry red lips, the perfect size
smiles and gaze right through your face
looking pretty with ribbons and lace.

they say,"she's the one i wanna be",
or "hey do u wanna have tea?".
she's a bitch, she's a brat, she has no taste
she's a slut, she's a flirt, she's leading you into this maze.

left on the shelf with dust and webs,
the shattered heart overflows the taps.
no mirror, no, the doll hates the reflection
no love, no, she lives in rejection.

they don't hear those silent cracks,
they don't feel the chilling facts.
misunderstood by that facade,
left to the ruins of her own platard.

each remote possiblity of life,
embolden by the bottomless pit called death.
that porcelain doll with great big eyes,
with cherry lips, the perfect size.