Pretty little plaything
Lies limp and worn,
Feeling torn.
Discarded,
Broken-hearted,
Too damaged to cry--
Wondering why?
Is anybody listening?
Who can kiss and make it better,
When a kiss becomes a fetter to the soul?

Not a person, not a name,
Pleasure stolen from her shame--
Was it worth the shattered life he left behind?
Gathering up the pieces of her heart
Like a torn and tattered robe,
Covering herself from watching eyes--
Who can see the hollow child inside?

Pretty little plaything
Lies limp and worn,
Feeling torn.
Discarded,
Broken-hearted,
Too damaged to cry--
Wondering why?

Who can see the hollow child inside?
Do You see the hollow child inside?
Can You love this hollow child inside?

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