I hear you don't like me anymore
Please can you hide me for a while
Am not the doll you deserve
Not beautiful not fragile like you flaunt
I can't seem shut in all the hurts
Not a work of art, still a living being
Why am i amongst your trophies
When did our love become a collection
A flag to wave proving vanity fares
I can't diminish in your strange beautiful light
The typical me has lost its way to will life
A fine feather has become a brushed line
It time to go love, what's left needs to be saved.
Please, hurt a little, so i would know i meant a trifle.