Doll

Death my sweet Come to me Dying looks sweeter than my life Death my friend Take my hand My arms don't move because of them My corpse has fell long time ago As a doll when you stop playing But they don't understand this They fixed my pieces to me I'm lasting my time in my bed Suffering in a better place They think I would be happy but they don't know how I feel I can't feel I can't think Why don't you wanna let me die Why keeping A puppet Dropped on the ground without its strings