Living Doll

The bruises on my body remind me where he’s been

Was this my fault; am I to blame? Or is it all on him?

 

I can’t say why I feel this way cause I don’t feel at all

I wept and wept, there’s nothing left,

I’m just a living doll

 

Am I still human? I don’t know…it’s not for me to say

I’ve been picked up and knocked around and put up on display

 

The feelings deep inside me; or, you know, lack thereof

Just serve as a reminder of someone’s lack of love

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