Doll

I'm like a doll

I feel like an empty box

No life, no soul...

Dead eyes that look from a cold face

A box, alive on the outside, lifeless on the inside, dead

Maybe one day there will be an artist who can breathe life into me

Cold lifeless body

Empty

There is nothing in it

Don't try to find something

Because it's futile

Dead beauty, but no signs of life

You can watch

I'm trying to find something

Are you my artist?

Can you breathe life into me?

I don't try to search anymore

In the valley of emptiness and nothingness

I'm getting tired

Play something that lives

Wear a stone mask every day

Pretend everything is fine

I am like a stone

Which burns inside

Beautiful pale doll face

He hides his tears

Pain that cannot be seen

Will I find my artist?

Does it even exist?

Is it even possible to give me life?

And do I even want to be alive?