My broken little doll,
Chipped and torn away,
Will you ever know,
How much I want to play?

I want to dress you up,
With cuts and pretty bruises,
I want to make you cry,
And watch you while your losing.

Would you take my hand?
Lets go back to December,
Back when you once loved me,
A mistake that's left you tender.

I want to hold you close,
So only I can bleed you,
Now, you will never know,
How much of you I see through.

Won't you take my hand,
My broken little angel?
Please be my mannequin,
Ignite with me forever.

Your bleeding all away,
Nothing will remain soon,
Subside your light in me,
I'll help you to remain true.

I'll hold you in my arms,
I'll hear your weak voice crying,
I'll trance you with my charm,
Please, don't try to fight me.

Though torn and ripped you are,
To me you remain gorgeous,
Your tearing all away,
But, god, your still so perfect.

I love your pretty hair,
Your blue eyes, so shining,
But, you don't seem to care,
That I would hold you while your crying.

Oh, won't you take my hand,
My falling, frightened angel?
Please, be my mannequin,
So you'll be cut and mangled.

Please, begin to move,
And show me that your living,
Your scarred by many things,
And your skin continues ripping.

God, please take a breath,
Exhale through your lips,
Come alive again,
Enthral me through the tip.

God, please take my hand,
Let's go back to December,
My pretty mannequin,
I'll help you to remember.

All that I once was,
In your fantasies,
Why can't you just see,
All that I can be.