''A clarity that no one sees,
The hostility that you refuse to understand,
A poison that I slowly die for,
The hand that stretched out for me,
Disappears among the people ...

Sometimes I wonder if you really see what I mean?
Just as night becomes day, I changed to.
I feel lost, Captured In my own place.
Please, my fingers burn, I fear that I am not able to touch you.
You may not see but I can't stop looking at you.
Please break my neck, destroying my heart and squash my hands.
I want to feel alive, but no possibilitie of creativity or love...

please tell me a thousand times,
Destroyed the feelings for me,
Convince me to the heart's abilities,
sew me the new threads
Little girl taking care of me,
Little girl you know?
Dolls don't talk?

Curiosity is a weapon,
Setbacks on yourself to course,
But I don't blame you,
For there is nothing against what I have done...

Are you crying for me, little girl?
Are you telling this for me little girl?
Because I don't think you can understand me little friend,
I'm not for real,
Many years ago I understood,
That I am a doll ...

please tell me a thousand times,
Destroyed the feelings for me,
Convince me to the heart's abilities,
sew me the new threads
Little girl taking care of me,
Little girl you know?
Dolls don't talk?
I am not for real... ''

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