I'm your poor porceline doll.

My face is chipped, my make-up flaking.

Blue lifeless eyes stare, not blinking.

Hair once in curls, now is tangled.

My dress of grandure is now tattered.

I once was loved,

Held tightly, always by your side.

Never breathing, always staring.

A silent picture, the girl of your dreams.

Your love was harsh,

I became torn and battered.

My beauty faded,

Only my eyes stayed the same, never blinking,

Piercing blue.

I was your toy, until you found another.

Someone new to play with.

Your new dolly will be just like me.

Your love will wear her down,

You'll let go, she'll fall from your arms.

Hit the floor, and shatter into a million little pieces.

She'll be just like me,

Unable to put herself back together, fragmented.

Join the graveyard you've made,

Full of poor porceline dolls.