Trailing down her arms
Marks a story of defeat
No happy ends in sight
The scarring only adds
To the words she never speaks
The pain she only writes
So many flaws that make her perfect
IT drops me to my knees
She only wants to make them happy
She can't see the beauty
Wishing for the chance
To be the salvation that she needs
To open up her eyes
To show her just how much
Her being around means
If not to them to me
So many flaws that make her perfect
Why can't she just be mine?
She only wants to make them happy
They're love she'll never find
My broken dolly
So different but not wrong
I have searched for you
For so very long
Don't be afraid
You won't see me walk away
My broken dolly
So different but not wrong
I have searched for you
For so very long
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