Paper doll

Cut along the dotted line,

Fold me up, I’ll look just fine.

Paint my lips and comb my hair,

Pose me pretty, pretend you care.

You dress me up in silk and shame,

Smile wide while you play your game.

But I’m not made to bend and break,

One more tear and I might flake.

I'm your paper doll, rip me when you're bored,

Throw me in the drawer when I’m not adored.

Flat and quiet, easy to control,

But baby, I’ve got creases in my soul.

You don’t fold love — you fold me.

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You clip my words like paper wings,

I can’t fly with puppet strings.

Your scissors always shape my smile,

But it’s been fake for quite a while.

Glue me back with empty lies,

Pretend I don't see through your disguise.

You only play when no one's near,

Then leave me curled up with your fear.

I'm your paper doll, rip me when you're bored,

Throw me in the drawer when I’m not adored.

Flat and quiet, easy to control,

But baby, I’ve got creases in my soul.

You don’t fold love — you fold me.

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What happens when the paper tears?

Will you pretend you never cared?

No frame, no box, no final kiss —

Just scattered bits of what you’ll miss.

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I’m not your doll, I won't be cut to size,

My heart’s not made of your cheap lies.

Flat no more, I scream, I crawl —

I burn the seams of your paper doll.

You don’t fold love — you fold me.