Rag Doll

Hey there sweetheart
you’re such an odd little toy
dainty yet crude,
are you a girl or a boy?
Not that it matters,
but I see in this case
behind those long bangs
hides a painted girls face.

Little toy girl,
truly a strange thing.
Are you coin-operated,
or a puppet tied to string?
There’s no heart in your chest
no blood and no veins
you don’t burn in the sun
don’t freeze when it rains.

But if I push you around,
you make a fierce sort of rattle
like the wheels inside are broken
yet you’re still up for a battle.
And when I wind you up
you talk and sing for hours
for a moment you seem free
then you sweet expression sours.

There’s something wrong with you
yet you’ve hid it well with lies
until this day I’d never met
a puppet-girl who cries.
What is it you’re mourning,
is there something that you’ve lost?
Isn’t it worth fighting for
no matter what the cost?

Then you turn your marble eyes
to look at me in tears
and all I see before me
is a patchwork made of fears.
You’re just one little girl
turned into many things,
and they can’t make up their minds
so they pull you apart with string.

You’ve forgotten how to breathe
can’t remember how to live.
They’ve hollowed you all out
‘til there’s nothing left to give.
Then I realize what you know
that it’s too late for hopes and dreams
you’re just a lost and lonely rag doll
and you’re splitting at the seams.