BROKEN DOLL

She says she doesn't like people
And people don't like her
She wears a cold hard shell
And she won't let you near
I first saw her picture
On the cover of a magazine
She had a look so piercing
An inked and beautiful tattooed queen

But she is a rose
With far too many thorns
And she won't let you close
She's a broken doll

She danced in a biker bar
Every Friday night
Spotted by a London tog
Who saw potential in her light
A natural in the studio
And everywhere she'd go
She'd make a name within the scene
In New York Paris Berlin Rome

But she is a rose
With far too many thorns
I guess that's where it all started
She's a broken doll

She kept the DJ in requests
He kept her in coke and weed
She saw a fire within his eyes
He tatooed her name below his sleeve
He moved in to her place quickly
They were soon to be engaged
Before a green eyed monster
Turned a home a into a cage

But she is a rose
With far too many thorns
And she won't let you close
She's a broken doll

Love bites turned to bruises
Compliments to threats
She stopped calling all her friends
Soon of her money was spent
He stayed out more and more
She just fell apart
Pills were strewn accross the floor
She lay cold when they kicked the door down

But that was all a memory
Happened so long ago
She survived to tell the tale
Now she is stronger on her own
Rare she leaves the four walls
Staring at the screen
A hundred thousand follow her
An inked an beautifil tattooed queen

But she is a rose
With far too many thorns
And she won't let you close
She's a broken doll