Pitty Doll.

It's the desperation leaking from her eyes.
Can't rely on anyone. They'll just kill without the gun.
Just watch her fall along the tiles, to wonder what the fuck has begun?

With each scratch on the time brought a thousand years that would never fly back.
Curtain calls, through out the meaning of the show.
The end, didn't come, and happily ever after was too unclear.
Can't think,
Too surprising to blink.
She'll muster up a bye and walk away.

It's calling her name and you're calling her back, love she'd make it big just watch her fly away.
The lamentations were always breezing by; don't act as if it took you by surprise.
The pinpoint underlies,
You’re very own skies.

She wanted more.
You bordered her down, you're no master to unpass her.

Break the chains.
Open the cage.
After all, she was strong enough to take the shit.
It's a well known skit.

You said, there was the definition of connection.
Sin wasn't the immoral cause.

It defines her life as she once again cries.
No one watched, but called the curtains when she died.

She won't bow for you.
The doll wasn't broken.
Just outspoken.