look what you've done,
you striped away all my emotions, left me ice cold.
now i sit here, pretty doll, crying behind my china mask.
but my makeup is bleeding away, showing the real me.
letting my natural feelings show, filling my empty shell with despair.
i was pure, colourless, a blank canvas for people to leave there mark on.
your mark left me nothing but a rose pure and delicate, draped in passion and sin.