Dolls

Maybe, we're two very different dolls; broken beyond repair.

A loose strand here and some chipped porcelain there.

Maybe there are issues that no one will ever understand.

No one else sees us quite the same way, do they darling?

It only adds to the pain doesn't it?

The way our smiles reflect something totally different then what's crawling through our insides.

Isn't it a shame?

A shame that we can't see ourselves the way that we see each other?

That sparkle. That dazzle.

But maybe, just maybe, we can fix each other.

We've already tripped and fallen for one another; baby what's there to lose?

Maybe, just maybe, we can fix each other by becoming something new.

Weld our broken hearts together,

I mean it shouldn't be hard with this flame we've created.

Fill the void that all the others seemed to overlook;

sink into those cracks so gracefully.

So light my fire and melt into me;

it's the only thing that seems right anymore.