Paperdoll is from Kittie- weeeeeee love them. Hmm don't own GW nor the
characters…umm yeah…kinda morbid I suppose…kinda confusing or
somethin…interpret it as you want, everyone has a different view on stuff.
No harsh feelings ^-^
She stared into the mirror…brushing her hair somewhat mechanically…a common task.
*I look at her in that paper dress
I wonder why she won't burn*
Slowly setting the brush down she raises her eyes slowly back to the mirror
Carefully she reaches up and lays a hand to her cheek then moves it to the mirror and places her palm flat against it.
*She's just a Paperdoll
That's all
Just a Paperdoll *
A tear trickles down and she fiercely brushes it away and glares into the mirror.
She will be strong, she will not wilt.
*I dress her up, she knocks me down
I dress her up, she knocks me down*
Putting her hair back in a tight ponytail at the nap of her neck she tilts her nose up some.
She looks the part- prim, proper, what they want to see.
Sighing in annoyance she pulls the tie out sharply.
*They try her on for size, she fits nice, one size fits all
They try her on for size, she fits nice, one size fits all*
Slowly she places the crown on her head, this is her, this is what they want her to be.
She places her hands in her lap and sits up straight, eyeing the mirror.
*Now her soul is dead
Now her body's raw*
Shaking her head she tears the crown off her head and throws it onto the vanity with disgust.
Placing her elbows on the top she holds her face in her hands and sobs silently.
*You can numb her pain*
Lifting her face she glances into the mirror again, red blotches surround her eyes.
Weak…she wipes the remaining drops of liquid salt off of her face and takes a deep breath.
*Watch the blood run down her face, but don't take notice
Watch the blood run down her arms, please don't take notice*
Staring into the mirror she shifts her eyes, barely noticeable to the naked eye.
Not to him.
She clasps her hands in her lap and sits rigid and silent.
*I know you have her soul, I see it in your eyes
She knows you have her soul, she sees it in your eyes*
Glancing down at her scarred wrists she flinches.
He knows.
*Now her soul is dead
Now her body's raw*
Raising her eyes back up to the mirror…to his.
She stares, not knowing she is crumbling…for her eyes show it.
He sees.
*Wash away her pain*
Pleading? Is that what her eyes show?
He can tell.
*She wants you to ease her pain
She wants you to eat her remains.*
Her Heero?
Whew ^-^() where the hell did all that come from? Iono…be gentle on the criticism...I'm fragile…
~CelticFaerie~
She stared into the mirror…brushing her hair somewhat mechanically…a common task.
*I look at her in that paper dress
I wonder why she won't burn*
Slowly setting the brush down she raises her eyes slowly back to the mirror
Carefully she reaches up and lays a hand to her cheek then moves it to the mirror and places her palm flat against it.
*She's just a Paperdoll
That's all
Just a Paperdoll *
A tear trickles down and she fiercely brushes it away and glares into the mirror.
She will be strong, she will not wilt.
*I dress her up, she knocks me down
I dress her up, she knocks me down*
Putting her hair back in a tight ponytail at the nap of her neck she tilts her nose up some.
She looks the part- prim, proper, what they want to see.
Sighing in annoyance she pulls the tie out sharply.
*They try her on for size, she fits nice, one size fits all
They try her on for size, she fits nice, one size fits all*
Slowly she places the crown on her head, this is her, this is what they want her to be.
She places her hands in her lap and sits up straight, eyeing the mirror.
*Now her soul is dead
Now her body's raw*
Shaking her head she tears the crown off her head and throws it onto the vanity with disgust.
Placing her elbows on the top she holds her face in her hands and sobs silently.
*You can numb her pain*
Lifting her face she glances into the mirror again, red blotches surround her eyes.
Weak…she wipes the remaining drops of liquid salt off of her face and takes a deep breath.
*Watch the blood run down her face, but don't take notice
Watch the blood run down her arms, please don't take notice*
Staring into the mirror she shifts her eyes, barely noticeable to the naked eye.
Not to him.
She clasps her hands in her lap and sits rigid and silent.
*I know you have her soul, I see it in your eyes
She knows you have her soul, she sees it in your eyes*
Glancing down at her scarred wrists she flinches.
He knows.
*Now her soul is dead
Now her body's raw*
Raising her eyes back up to the mirror…to his.
She stares, not knowing she is crumbling…for her eyes show it.
He sees.
*Wash away her pain*
Pleading? Is that what her eyes show?
He can tell.
*She wants you to ease her pain
She wants you to eat her remains.*
Her Heero?
Whew ^-^() where the hell did all that come from? Iono…be gentle on the criticism...I'm fragile…
~CelticFaerie~