Haha, I wrote it in like 5 seconds! The words just started popping in my mind! It doesn't mean much and it's probably not that good but here goes...
The Doll 8/19/08
Pretty, little charlatan, give me a grin
Your features are flawless, you're perfectly thin
But your insides are corrupted; everything is still
And you are forced to prance along and dance against your will
You're nothing but a slave to her; a puppet bound by strings
But when she's anxious or afraid to you, my dear, she clings
Because your plastic smile will always give her solace; even if in darkness she falls
You will always be her precious one. Her comforter. Her doll
Now here's the ALTERNATE BEGINNING. Which do you prefer?
Pretty, little charlatan, give her your best grin.
The tears are spilling over once again.
Though your insides are corrupted; everything is still
And you are forced to prance along and dance against your will
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