What is it that you like with a broken doll?
That makes you play it till it’s in pieces
Why do you hold it tight in your arms?
When all you want is to leave it
You say what you like the best is its loving heart
But then, why do you need to tear it all apart?
When it was whole it wasn’t interesting enough
Maybe scars and pieces will make it look tough
Don’t break its soul just because it’s easy
It’s fought its days with all that it has got
You used to lay all the struggles on her, and were teasy
And all that it ever had was in its heart
