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."
90.
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."