Broken Doll

Ignore the broken doll; she’s just an attention whore

Got worse things than all of us, we hate her tales of yore

Bet those tears are a crocodiles, bet those words are lies

We don’t believe a word of it, we don’t believe her cries

She doesn’t play our games with us, for she thinks she’s better too

All the evil she’s experienced, all the things she’s gone through

No one can have that much bad luck, she really tries too hard

To get acceptance from this crowd by playing the victim card

That broken doll is back again, with another tale

Let’s just ignore her and she’ll go away

She makes the atmosphere stale

No one likes a broken doll, they throw us all away

Because they think by touching us, we will scratch and scathe

Will no one mend this broken doll and bring a pot of glue?

So that one day my scars will heal and I can be loved too?

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