The doll so pretty and merry
With lips the color of a cherry
Sat next to her master's body, cold and dead
From a bullet in his head.
You see this master didn't follow the rule
Your doll is only a reusable tool
What ever you do, don't fall in love
With this pretty, pink haired dove.
This girl isn't real
She has a heart of steel
So cry tears as you pick up your gun
In the afterlife, you'll have so much fun
Her heart is the one thing you cant attain
So cry, led tears fall like droplets of rain