Little Doll
I am just a little toy in a big dollhouse
I fell like a doll with no beating heart
I think that deep inside I am slowly loosing my breath
The only left sign of life is the crystal tear on my cheek
Help me please
The people with the plastic minds notice us
The little dolls with the crystal crying eyes
I can’t stand up, I am not able scream
My ears are filled with fluff so I cannot hear
The colorful world is now grey for me
Because this soulless button eyes are covering it from me
The people with the plastic minds notice us
The little dolls with the crystal crying eyes
The wind-up puppet on the shelf
can’t you see
The teddy bear with the ripped stuffed heart coming for me
I am just a little toy in a big dollhouse
I fell like a doll with a dying heart…
Mountains