And when I say
to my mother’s lies
a piece of me dies.
I cry always knowing why;
this is my life the Golden God on
ice-frozen cold just vice,
a drink of fire and strife.
Oh when I say-when I say goodbye
the world it closes in on me,
the lies the only thing I breath
sweet tragedy of what’s been done to me
a broken doll left with tattered dreams,
empty porcelain shell of what she ‘ought to be.
Goodbye, goodbye, sweet goodbye
just open up the seam kill the dolly hear
Let it out, let it out,
what’s been done to me
discarded wretched thing a queen without
All the while-goodbye, goodbye
no more lies
the doll she’s broken, dying, coming alive.