Tell me i suck tell me i'm worthless
paint a mirror image of me or make it out of glass
decide for me how to live my life never let me be free
no don't you ever let me for a second be me
pick out my style pick out my friends
pick out my words till the day ends
what do i like take away my mind
don't let me make choices for they are not mine
i don't want to be a person but rather a doll
so mold me out of glass and pray that i fall
let the glass break
let my soul excape
form that refined place
i'll disapear with out a trace
i'll slowly slip away from your mind
soon i'll be erased from time
you'll never remember me
the glass doll named BRIE
