I AM A DOLL

I am a doll stuffing for my guts
I am a doll to you I am nothing real
because for you I want to feel

My arms and legs just hang I am a doll I am your puppet tied to your strings
I can not get headaches because I do not have ears to hear the big bang of my heart dropping to the floor

I am a doll I can not love so I guess it is good that you do not have a love for me
I can be thrown out like yesterday's garbage when you no longer care to play
I can not go to heaven
I am a doll I can not be sober if I could I would rather be stoned to numb the feeling you have me feeling of being left alone

I am a doll I can not move to the sound of your smooth grove
I just sit back as you brush my hair
oh I remember sitting on the shelf of toys r us you should have left me sitting there but yet you would not believe me when I say it was such a bore

I remember waiting in aisle number 8 to be bought until I fell and a little girl caught she ran to her mommy and said mommy can you please buy me this doll

Her mother  said no put that ugly thing back
That very next day the little girl broke into her piggy bank and snook out to the store

Mostly pennies quarters and dimes
I am a doll but sometimes I wish I had a mind and a voice to say f*ck you bitch you do not love me because I am not even your favorite dolly