Nothing Sweet

What do we know?

When we're only, simple minded beings, who,

Communicate through phones.

Don't look at me,

Like you think I'm pretty,

That's all I'm good for really, just,

Skin and bones.

I'm just good for,

Nothing more,

Than being a doll.

Try, try to be so sweet,

Just to make you think,

I'm just fine.

But, in reality,

Honey there's nothing sweet,

About feeling dead inside.

Love, what does that even mean?

Is it feeling complete, or,

Just posting online?

Brush off all,

Negative comments,

The ones that are so honest,

That make you wanna cry.

I'm just good for,

Nothing more,

Than being a doll.

Try, try to be so sweet,

Just to make you think,

I'm just fine.

But, in reality,

Honey there's nothing sweet,

About feeling dead inside.

But, oh in reality,

Honey there's nothing sweet,

About feeling dead inside.