A porcelain doll sits on the shelf
as a worthless decoration...

Taught to smile when the world would cry
Confused by the moisture that fills her eyes...

Until you've cried as much as I have
and felt the same pain...

If only I could travel back to the day
When you first picked up the blade...

How does it feel to hold her in your arms
knowing this isn't where she belongs...

As porcelain skin
starts to crack...

Behind the red curtain
and hidden backstage...

You were once my hero
you were my entire world...