I learned from you sadness
And also some admiration
My life a cluttered mess
Without no imagination
You gave me feet to walk
To see of all the Earth
I have tried to search for truth
Lighting my way with candles
Scent of my blood lingers
Through your wooden walls
Broke all my fingers
I'm your porcelain doll
Easy to break I'm glass
Leaving me in this cold
Born with out a way to see
Just dying to be held.
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