Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
Then perhaps I'm just a dress up doll, a porcelain fake
A laughter of strings running through my veins
With wooden splinters in crimson rain
You paint a smile on my face no matter how much pain is inside
And keep me alive no matter how much I beg for suicide
It never erases the longing to die
Just the flick of your wrist and I'm alright
Be my puppeteer and move me through the motions
After all, I've already signed my devotion
Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
Then perhaps I'm the toy that no one wanted to take
A mess of stitches holding what's left of me
Cradled in the arms of nightmare's reality
The pain I was given just wasn't good enough
Scars in the form of hearts for that which is my love
A laughter of burns that cleansed me with new tissue
And the only one who plays with me is you
Grabbing hold of these strings and dragging me, I'm already dead
Of these shackles, release me and be my tourniquet
Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
Then perhaps this is just a nightmare and I'm not awake
I see myself locked inside this toy chest of broken souls
A reflection of where my heart should be is only a hole
All around me, I see my body crying red
This hollow shell is proof of the living dead
The shattered porcelain is that which is my bone
Trapped inside the darkness that I can't call home
The air around me is the cage in which I died
But just the flick of your wrist and I'm alright
Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
Stitch me back together puppet master, for your own sake
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