Broken dolls on dusty shelves

Painted smiles that cannot speak

Of what's been seen by eyes

That sparkle no more

Hollow inside

No pink frilly tea parties

No innocent little sleepovers

With pretty little hairdos

Nothing here, but darkness and filth

Black mold creeping up their dresses

Bugs crawling into their cracked little arms

Unable to shake them off

No one will touch them

Dirty as hell

No one will bother to look twice

Lock the door and don't go back

Don't look twice

Don't go back

Time won't heal every wound

Time rots

Time corrodes

Time tells tales

Don't look twice

Don't go back

Lock the door

Run like hell

Don't go back