• Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
    Then perhaps I'm just a dress up doll, a porcelain fake
    A laughter of strings running through my veins
    With wooden splinters in crimson rain
    You paint a smile on my face no matter how much pain is inside
    And keep me alive no matter how much I beg for suicide
    It never erases the longing to die
    Just the flick of your wrist and I'm alright
    Be my puppeteer and move me through the motions
    After all, I've already signed my devotion
    Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
    Then perhaps I'm the toy that no one wanted to take
    A mess of stitches holding what's left of me
    Cradled in the arms of nightmare's reality
    The pain I was given just wasn't good enough
    Scars in the form of hearts for that which is my love
    A laughter of burns that cleansed me with new tissue
    And the only one who plays with me is you
    Grabbing hold of these strings and dragging me, I'm already dead
    Of these shackles, release me and be my tourniquet
    Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
    Then perhaps this is just a nightmare and I'm not awake
    I see myself locked inside this toy chest of broken souls
    A reflection of where my heart should be is only a hole
    All around me, I see my body crying red
    This hollow shell is proof of the living dead
    The shattered porcelain is that which is my bone
    Trapped inside the darkness that I can't call home
    The air around me is the cage in which I died
    But just the flick of your wrist and I'm alright
    Once upon a time I was told people couldn't break
    Stitch me back together puppet master, for your own sake