I came across a pretty doll, hidden behind the others

She looked so sad lying there

Not like any other.



I took her home and dressed her up

I hoped to call her lover

My pretty doll with long brown hair

Not like any other.



Poor little, fickle doll, lying on the shelf

If love is such a great thing, why don't you love yourself?



Then one day it had to end

I knew it had to anyway

Well, so much for dreams my dear

They had a price to pay



Pure fickle fragile doll crying on the shelf

You never hated anyone

Why do you hate yourself?



Maybe she wasn't my little doll

Maybe she was a girl

I woke up from my fantasy

I saw someone was hurt