In the back of an antique shop
In the darkness she lay
A little doll, so soft and frail
Her porcelain skin so pale
Just like her dress\'s white lace
The color in her hazel eyes fades
With every lonely moment she spends here everyday
In the dim darkness she can only say
The ache of being left by every person i loved each
Compels every bit of my body to crumble and break
Wanted by no one and hollow i have no goal to reach
But only wait for the end of the day as I rot away
In such despair, all i want is to ask,
Why could no one have love for me that lasts?
A doll made only to be used and played
But at last when it\'s no more fun she gets thrown away