To you dude
Im just some girl, waiting around for some weird dude to love me.. but he doesnt.
Atleast in anyway that can make any sense to me.
So I begin to feel like prop.
In his life.
But in mine, im a doll on the shelf. Who looks all the same, who is just as good, but even better if you only knew, if youd only, just pick me.
I could show you. And then you could see.
And then you would know what i dont, that im worthy.
But forever im just a doll on the shelf.