You held my wrists, propped me up, and moved me on your stage.
All my life has been a script and you wrote every page.
You set a backdrop, painted smiles, hid what was within.
"Come one, come all, and see her now: the doll in human skin."
All my life I was told to just be myself
But you pulled my strings and moved me everywhere
I did what you wanted, everything you asked
When you called I was always there
I was your puppet attached with strings
Always made me put on a show
Painted smiles, perfect hair
All tied up and clipped with a bow
You picked out frilly pink dresses
Pinched color into my cheeks
Took my hand and showed me off
But you always critiqued.
You held my wrists, propped me up, and moved me on your stage.
All my life has been a script and you wrote every page.
You set a backdrop, painted smiles, hid what was within.
"Come one, come all, and see her now: the doll in human skin."
You carved me from wood into a picture perfect form
You got mad if I gained weight
Made me count calories, skip some meals
You made me careful of what I ate
You pushed me to my limit caused me to hate what I've become
I sliced up my wrists, I cut up my thighs
I tried to be what you wanted
But always asked myself why
You painted over the scars, you tried to fix what was wrong
But the monster resides in my head
You tightened the strings and straightened me up
Even though I wanted to be dead
You held my wrists, propped me up, and moved me on your stage.
All my life has been a script and you wrote every page.
You set a backdrop, painted smiles, hid what was within.
"Come one, come all, and see her now: the doll in human skin."
You started losing interest and threw me to the side
You didn't use me for days, even weeks at a time
I learned to hold myself up, walk on my own to feet
I moved myself around and found out who I could be
I became my own person, no longer a reflexion of you
I tried far too long to be perfection
It got me nowhere in life just caused scrapes and bruises
And from you all I got was neglection
I cut the strings and walked away
I'm done trying for you
I'm left with depression, scars, and a habit
But I know I'll pull through
You held my wrists, propped me up, and moved me on your stage.
All my life has been a script and you wrote every page.
You set a backdrop, painted smiles, hid what was within.
"Come one, come all, and see her now: the doll in human skin."
