Sitting in the shadows
Crying all alone
Looking at the doll
To which her heart is sewn
No one remembers
No one really cares
And when someone notices
They only stop and stare
Shredded into pieces
Broken as if glass
Left on the ground
A spectacle for those who pass
Sitting in the shadows
Crying all alone
Looking at the doll
To which her heart is sewn
Piecing her heart together
Bit by little bit
Finally she stops
She so sick of it
She makes a vow
To never feel this pain
And in order to keep it
She’ll never love again
Sitting in the shadows
Waiting all alone
Cutting up the doll
To which her heart is sewn
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