Song: Valley of the Porcelain Dolls
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Artist: Magdaleine de Lioncourt
Year: 2018Viewed: 0 - Published at: 3 years ago
In the dollhouse of wilted roses
Collecting filth from all the mold
Ivy and weeds grew across the brick
A man lies down, he’s growing old
T.V. remote, changing station after station
I watch him with my glass eyes
Volume increases louder by the minute
And why am i not surprised
Never born to be a barbie
I was made from clay and paper like string
I can never be as plastic as her
I thought nothing could ever replace me
He used to play with me
I was his favorite doll
But he put me on a shelf
And never looked at me at all
So i collected dust
All that was left was the snuff
Of a dying old man who couldn't love
His favorite doll
I wish that you would play with me
(In the valley of all the dolls
I knew i wouldn't get that far
You never noticed the rims on the ends of my dress
Or played with me at all)
Collecting filth from all the mold
Ivy and weeds grew across the brick
A man lies down, he’s growing old
T.V. remote, changing station after station
I watch him with my glass eyes
Volume increases louder by the minute
And why am i not surprised
Never born to be a barbie
I was made from clay and paper like string
I can never be as plastic as her
I thought nothing could ever replace me
He used to play with me
I was his favorite doll
But he put me on a shelf
And never looked at me at all
So i collected dust
All that was left was the snuff
Of a dying old man who couldn't love
His favorite doll
I wish that you would play with me
(In the valley of all the dolls
I knew i wouldn't get that far
You never noticed the rims on the ends of my dress
Or played with me at all)
( Magdaleine de Lioncourt )
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