As I finish my last dance,
I bow my head hoping for a chance.
a chance, for a break in his sick little game.
do I believe that he'll let me go? no.
for I'm his little play thing you know.
he has sewn a teddy bear head on mine.
the stitches around my neck in a neat straight line.
he also gave me pink sparkly dress.
all this and more adds on the stress.
as he stops clapping, I hear me walk towards me.
"time for tea!"
i shake the answer no
"please sir, just let me go"
he just laughs and pulls me to play.
I'm so tired of waiting for the special day.
i know ill end up like the rest.
they didn't die of sickness, broken bones, or lack of rest.
he just got tired of playing with them.
for we are merely toys to him.
so now I'm waiting for the day, the special day.
the day he decides it time to throw me away.
