i am a simple doll
always being used
never able to make my own choices
a simple doll
that is being torn on the inside
that wants to cry
but the tears wont come
for i am merely a doll
i guess people are the same
always tossing me away
like i am just a piece of trash
isnt there just one person
that wont treat me like a doll
that will see me for who i am
that wont toss me away
well i will wait until the day
i find that one person
i will put on the plastic face
until that day
for i am merely
a plastic doll