I found a doll in my new house
It was hidden under my bed
Making strange sound like a mouse
It has long black hair and its dress was red
I wonder how it got under my bed
There is something weird about this doll
I swear at night I heard it knocking on the wall
Whispering I'll soon be dead
I tell my mom, but she says it's all in my head
I'm so afraid of the doll under my bed
I think my doll have a soul
It's been hidden for hundreds of years, but still it doesn't look old
My doll loves to hurt people and play evil games
And since no one can see her do it, I always get the blame
My mom said I should be ashamed
My doll doesn't like me anymore
She said I'm no longer fun, I'm just a bore
I think she's planning to take over my body
She doesn't like being a little doll
She coming for me and there's nothing I can do, nothing at all