i like miniatures, dollhouses and stuff
but you knew that about me
you knew everything
though just like toy
you threw me away
and that shit was rough
i hate to say that i let it happen
was always an open book
so easy to manipulate
i hate being honest
but i just can't live in private
the world is my stage
and i dance around it
everyone knows my story
they all love my sound
it's painful, i know
but at the end of it all
i get told i'm strong
but am i at all?
resilience is different
i'm just so afraid
to die and that's why
i'm still standing here
and everyone knows
i gave you my parts
like a broken doll
fixing someone without a heart
i didn't know back then
how oversharing on the internet
could actually make my life like hell
i didn't know people even cared
to watch me and use what they see
against me just to garner control
i'm a broken toy in the eyes of you
but i don't think any of that is true
i'm lovely, i've got an elastic heart
i go through it all, and in the dark
i cry my own tears
that no one else wipes but me
