Porcelain Dool

Why do they leave me all by myself?
Why do they use me and bring me down?
Why do they hurt me?
Why do they leave me?
Why doesnt

Chorus
Why doesnt
Why do they leave me?
Don
Small, unsure, beautiful
Breakable

If I sit here, waiting to be wanted
Something good will pass me by
Many people look through the windows
But seldom do they ever look in my eyes

They can
They can
Beautiful and demure
But they will lie to me

Why am I not numb to this?
Why can
Don
But please be careful, please be kind