Eyes that burn.
Eyes that command.
Is it those eyes that stare at me?
My life is a doll dancing in your hands.
I move my legs to the tempo of the rhythm.
I am your doll.
Watch me dance.
Your burning eyes show no love.
Your ice cold glare only makes me draw nearer.
My arms move on their own.
My legs twirl to you will.
Yet you won't dance with me.
A doll like myself needs a partner to dance alongside with.
No one will dance with me.
Like as if all other gentlemen are warned to never approach me.
I'm lonely.
I wish for a partner.
I yearn for warmth.
Not your burning stare.
Not your ice cold sneer.
I am your dancer.
I am your doll.
I am your toy.
Please.
Oh please.
Just one dance is all I ask.
Dance one dance with your doll.
I desire your warmth I know is near.
Before I crack.
Before I break.
Before I fade away.