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Writhed Heart of a Doll (song?)
Doll eyes and a pretty face,
Always tried to cover her case,
But make-up can't cover up everything,
Pretty thing can't even run from the pain as her life was stuck in replay,
But all i can ask is "whose left to blame?"
Too bad she had to change,
Too bad now that its too much too late,
I can already see her writing her fallen prayers on her grave,
Too bad i wasn't the right one who couldn't heal her pain,
Its too bad i wasn't able to heal her heart,
But who said that you could heal a scar?
I wasn't able to fix everything, but i guess its better than nothing at all,
Pushed away, back again, all the same, as we try to find to love another way
But that's when i say:
"Writhed hearts with buried hearts,
With great costs she owned the dark,
She only befriended just the stars,
She was really dying for a miracle,
As she keeps chains on her heart by her thoughts,
That's what happens when you mess with beauty of a doll..."
I wonder how many plastic roses were torn apart.
One day with messy hair,
She told me she no longer cared,
But i asked "how is that really fair?"
What about all the things we've shared?
What about all things together we had to bare?!
But i can't blame her- no i can't blame her...
Past ones chased her hips,
Wanted to get a score on her lips,
As with them they only offered plastic roses and she knew she never chose this,
She offs to come again, she tries to find another way to connect,
But then it happened again, They only wanted to claim her with a mark on her neck,
And this why she's not bipolar, She's just scared to get closer
that's why i call it,
"Whithed hearts with buried hearts,
With great costs she owned the dark,
She only befriended just the stars,
She was really dying for a miracle,
As she keeps chains on her heart by her thoughts,
That's why you don't mess with the beauty of a harp,"
I wonder how many dolls were torn apart.
So one day she was lookin sad- and knowing me i tried to bring her back,
But she looked at me with these weeping eyes,
And the scene in them right now thinking about it could make me die,
That i noticed that. I. was. gone....
And its not that i'm bipolar... its just that it hurts to get closer,
I'm scared of being thrown away, like i'm some type of accessory,
Bonds are gone and they're gone forever and i keep wishing that we're back together,
Like we did far back like everything was gonna be forever,
Is this only a bad dream or is this reall all whats left of me?
As i said i'm not bipolar, i'm just scared to get closer,
And i call it, i call it, and you know it:
"writhed thoughts with buried hearts,
With great costs i own the dark,
I only befriend just the stars,
I'm really dyin' for a miracle,
That's what happens when you mess with the heart of a boy,
He'll only end up feeling nothing more than a toy,"
And when the pictures are all fading, we all wonder: how much is he going to erase..?
To you i've never breathed a lie,
ever since me n' you crossed into each other's life,
We were so close and knew each other's pain,
Now we're both scared to get close,
But this is not better than bein' alone,
Everything in life is trial in error,
There is no need to live a life in terror,
Why not together we go back home?
Together maybe, be somewhere we belong,
Forget all this- wash it off with a song..?
Why can't you... be my doll?
