When will you see past my exterior?
The porcelain skin lies about my courage
Bright blue eyes deceive my innocence
Though young, I am more than capable
When will you see who I am?
The chainsaw I carry to defend against your monstrosities
The bunny I raise as a memory of you
The horrors I have experienced to see you
And how I would replay it all over again to avoid a game over
Father, you didn't have to do this
You made your own fate, but I cannot blame you
It was your monster that stabbed your heart
That led to the carnage in our home
But Father, you don't have to worry
In a cottage in the woods, I hear your words
They whisper to me as I salvage another subject
Blue eyes do make the prettiest dolls