Paper Cuts And Painful Regrets

Let my stomach hollow out before you dig again.<br>I`ve rearranged my crooked back so put a quarter in.<br>I`ll open wide and sing the songs i know you want to hear.<br>I know I`d rust or maybe bust if my heart<br> sheds one more tear.<br>I`ll be your doll your loving doll as long as I`m alive.<br>Forget the things I used to have like my stupid<br>selfish pride.<br>You can crank my spine a million times<br>I promise I wont scream<br>I can bear a broken heart much less a shattered dream.<br>But then someday I might just say<br>please look at me,<br>I`d roll my eyes to the back of my head<br>so you`d know the way I see.<br>Then sometime you`ll leave me behind<br>and never know I`m gone.<br>some little kid would pick me up and I`d learn<br>a brand new song.<br>I could sing a song thats happy or<br>sing a song thats sad<br>but my ribs have parted ways,<br>they said "were not going to protect this heart you have"