Little Doll
My mouth sewn into a smile,
that constant pulling at my strings.
Pushing the boulder up a quarter mile,
a little doll trying to scream.
Forced to play the puppet in your show
you tear the stuffing underneath my skin.
How long will this go?
Because this doll you treat so poorly
has no more string left for you to sew.

My mouth sewn into a smile,
that constant pulling at my strings.
Pushing the boulder up a quarter mile,
a little doll trying to scream.
Forced to play the puppet in your show
you tear the stuffing underneath my skin.
How long will this go?
Because this doll you treat so poorly
has no more string left for you to sew.