Ragdoll.
Tattered.
Torn.
Exsisting only to be thrown around and ripped apart.
But i sit in my corner.
With my sewed on smile.
And stitch up the tears.
It'll never end.
Until one day.
He'll get so sick of me.
I shall be cast out into dancing flames.
Where i finally end in ashes.
Later
Joey
Torn.
Exsisting only to be thrown around and ripped apart.
But i sit in my corner.
With my sewed on smile.
And stitch up the tears.
It'll never end.
Until one day.
He'll get so sick of me.
I shall be cast out into dancing flames.
Where i finally end in ashes.
Later
Joey