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Black Doll

	Sometimes I feel like an unfinished doll
	no eyes, no hair, no arms to cross
	sometimes I feel like the Alphabet of Misery
	A is for Apple that will poison and choke me
	But when you draw me
	there’s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearls and pretty things
	but that’s not me, you know me
	that’s not me
	I’m the girl that lived in the purple house
	tried to sneak in and out quiet as a mouse
	sometimes the monsters would sneak out into the driveway
	people saw me, and all they saw was strange
	But when you draw me
	there’s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearls and pretty things
	but that’s not me, you know me
	and that’s not me
	I always feel like the doubtful guest
	people whispering wishing I would leave
	underneath their breath
	But when you draw me
	there’s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	And when you draw me
	there’s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearl and pretty things
	but that’s not me, you know me
	and that’s not me

	Sometimes I feel like an unfinished doll
	no eyes, no hair, no arms to cross
	sometimes I feel like the Alphabet of Misery
	A is for Apple that will poison and choke me
	But when you draw me
	there' s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearls and pretty things
	but that' s not me, you know me
	that' s not me
	I' m the girl that lived in the purple house
	tried to sneak in and out quiet as a mouse
	sometimes the monsters would sneak out into the driveway
	people saw me, and all they saw was strange
	But when you draw me
	there' s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearls and pretty things
	but that' s not me, you know me
	and that' s not me
	I always feel like the doubtful guest
	people whispering wishing I would leave
	underneath their breath
	But when you draw me
	there' s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	And when you draw me
	there' s a hole where my heart should be
	and I could take my crayons and color it red
	and decorate the monster underneath my bed
	with flowers and pearl and pretty things
	but that' s not me, you know me
	and that' s not me