Glossy doll faces covered in henna-tattoo-tears
Freckles smeared with off blue Indian made ink.
Wither her porcelain heart a bit b.r.o.k.e.n
Cracks and wounds badly put back together.

I'm your puppet with mechanic smiles
looking pretty in your china doll cabinet
But don't show emotion because eventually
We all learn to love it.

You built me as a glassy figurine
How f/r/a/g/i/l/e (smash)
Days and Nights of chipping away at my sanity
But I'm falling apart gently
You always wanted "no strings attached"
And all the future horizon shows is dolls hanging by nooses
And all you are is the dead tree they're swaying from

In my checkered blue dress and hair in fake-girl-curls
With the jewelry box humming her babies favorite lullaby
Yet a porcelain girl never really learns
Until they are truly broken.