Ragdoll He's happy with his new ragdoll Such a pretty little thing, Even when he throws her around He knows how to pull her strings. The threads that reveals a cotton soft Heart, with buttons starting to cover, Making it cold, plastic and hard The change resulting from her lover. At first a doll beautiful in perfect Condition, straight out of the box, Now lays down torn in the corner Staring at the endless broken clocks. If she could move she'd turn the Handles, with the hope she'd go back, To a time when they were happy Playing, a time before the attacks. It seems the ragdoll lost her charm When she lost her vibrant colour, Or maybe it was the broken buttons Or that her padding was not fuller? Or that her stitches had become loose Her threaded dress is faded? Is that why he throws her around? Does she deserve to be left so degraded? He got bored quickly and started to Pull the threads stitched around, She was slowly falling apart as each Day, he threw her to ground. He pulled at woollen hair Clawed at her threaded dress, Pulled off button eyes Leaving the poor ragdoll in stress. A ragdoll left in a corner Button heart now broken in two, As he know leaves for another leaving Her cold, dead she's left black and blue. Now again happy with his new rag doll Such a pretty little thing, Even when he throws this one around He knows how to pull at her strings. New doll to play and toy with Something else to rip apart, Now just another ragdoll left Alone broken in the dark.