Consequences of Playing Surgeon

Baby girl don't you know you're no surgeon...
You can't play your body like operation...
Darlin there's no buzzer to warn you,
You've gotten far too close.

You use your scalpel like an anesthetic
Making incisions to numb the pain
But how will you know when you've used too much
That maybe you won't be able to wake back up?

You come out of your drugged like state
Confused and unsure of what's just happened,
Groping the air, for you've dropped your instrument
And look to see that there's blood on your Operating Room floor.

Baby girl you've played surgeon
And now someone has to stitch up your patient.
What a messy surgery you've had.
What a tragic result of it.

The Doctor does what he can to save a life
Exhausts his supply of stitches and gauze,
But in the end your surgery was not one he could fix
And your beautiful pale skin grew paler.

Knees now bruised from the hard crash to the floor
Your mother is sobbing in the waiting room,
Knuckles split from the impact of a brick wall
Your brother is morosely wavering in the corner.

Baby girl you're no longer alive.
Your attempts of doctoring have failed
And now you're a doll to be shroud in darker violet
And put up eternally in your cold, stone tomb.