• I am an doll

    My white face painted with glass

    My glass eyes looking back at you

    My dance across the floor

    Each step so soft as the last

    Dress that rips around me sweeps in the wind

    Hand of glass can not hold on to dreams

    Holding on to the hands of love

    My black eyes looking back at the world of the living

    Dancing across the earth landscape

    Holding on to something

    My dance across the heart

    Cold touch across the face

    Glass lips touching yours

    Hands moving across the body

    My doll dance in which is my glass heart

    Each step across the room to the next

    Trying not to fall apart

    Rope that holds me

    Breaking ties

    Dancing freely across the room to you

    Holding on your hand

    Let the world eye my glass painted face

    Breaking glass

    Musk unseen by you

    Skin soft like an flower lips

    Warm skin and eyes

    I am not glass anymore