My broken doll

It’s not just what I can find taking off your tight dress

what I was looking for, my broken doll

It’s not just the long rest after the heavy breath

what I was looking for, my broken doll

Not your fingers searching for an answer

Or your lips playing hard to get

Not your figure dancing in the darkness

Or your kisses hidden behind a shell

I’m sorry I couldn’t speak my mind

I’m sorry I couldn’t read your mind

You’ll see, my broken doll, I’m broken too

I’m just trying to gather the pieces of what’s left

And understand what is coming ahead.

You’ll see, my broken doll, I’m just a scared little child.

It’s not just a great night and a good bye

what I was looking for, my broken doll

It’s a bit of your forgotten tenderness

A piece of the smile you decided to burry

A touch of the happiness you left in the past

To see if you can appease what I’m going through

Perhaps this is my weakness

my slow automatic cliff

Maybe this is my brightness

my way into a new riff

I’m sorry I couldn’t speak my mind

I’m sorry I couldn’t read your mind