Broken Doll

I am your broken doll
Whisper, whisper

Whisper, whisper, quiet my dear
For the plans I have, they cannot hear
I am your master
I`ll bend you, break you

Whatever I pleae
Because I`m the master, the master of disease

I am your broken doll
Bend me, break me
Forget me, forsake me
Never forgive me

Cracked is my face
Soiled is my dress

I am a broken doll
Ashamed of myself
You told me I am wrong
So I am a broken doll

Poem by KilljulietXx

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