Little Doll
My loneliness has become too comforting
And the pain has become immune
I am harmless
Even though my thoughts behind my forehead try to convince me otherwise
Even though the violence in my imagination try to show me otherwise
I try to live life to what I am fitted
I try to avoid all dead ends and dark holes I may fall in
The dream to the road of joy is now on hold
Some things I want to deny, but in the end are true
I turn around, and there is nothing to hold onto
She's a little doll
With make-up and all
Darkness consumes her
A dying tree
A flower wilts
Voodoo doll, please won't you stand tall!
Pretty pretty little voodoo doll
I could be your leader
I could be your mentor
I could be your God
And what can you do?
Sometimes this feeling really gets me blue
And I turn around, and there is nothing to hold on to
Your talk of depression only makes me want to wither up and die
Because beneath it all lies the terror in your eyes
You think you could be a star, one that shines
Sounds so fascinating
But never forget you're playing with court jesters on death avenue
So tangling and unwinding
Mangled and un-finding
As I turn around, and there's nothing to hold on to.
Copyright © 2012 By Pooks
My loneliness has become too comforting
And the pain has become immune
I am harmless
Even though my thoughts behind my forehead try to convince me otherwise
Even though the violence in my imagination try to show me otherwise
I try to live life to what I am fitted
I try to avoid all dead ends and dark holes I may fall in
The dream to the road of joy is now on hold
Some things I want to deny, but in the end are true
I turn around, and there is nothing to hold onto
She's a little doll
With make-up and all
Darkness consumes her
A dying tree
A flower wilts
Voodoo doll, please won't you stand tall!
Pretty pretty little voodoo doll
I could be your leader
I could be your mentor
I could be your God
And what can you do?
Sometimes this feeling really gets me blue
And I turn around, and there is nothing to hold on to
Your talk of depression only makes me want to wither up and die
Because beneath it all lies the terror in your eyes
You think you could be a star, one that shines
Sounds so fascinating
But never forget you're playing with court jesters on death avenue
So tangling and unwinding
Mangled and un-finding
As I turn around, and there's nothing to hold on to.
Copyright © 2012 By Pooks
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