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