The Doll

If I went to sleep,
what would you tell our innocent?
The one whose only purpose is to play,
would you tell them I left, went away?

Turned into their precious porcelain doll,
the one I'd fix, time and time again,
knowing it was worth it 'coz they loved it so much,
if I went away, would you fix it?

Or would you wait for the day I did,
believe that I was their porcelain doll
and I'd fix myself, but you know I can't,
so that's why I left, went away.

And now, as I go to sleep,
please could you tell our innocent?
That they must play, not grow up to fast,
and that everyone leaves, but their porcelain doll stays.