You call me when you want me
And when you don’t I’m thrown away
Like a unwanted doll discarded
On a shelf waiting to play
I am no longer the porcelain face
With the smile always there
I am no longer the soulless ghost
I no longer care
So the doll does come alive
With the beating of a heart
And smiling wickedly at you
Walking away from what tears me apart
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