Little Doll.

The tide was growing stronger
The water was filling my lungs faster
I couldn't breathe anymore, I was drowning
I can tell you right now, Its better than falling

Finally getting out of this mess
I wont be the little girl you thought I'd be, draped in a pink dress
I'm setting myself free from your torturing hands
I was sick of always having to fulfill your demands

I wont be the fragile little doll that you loved to torture
Your done making me suffer
I'd rather die than be with you
After all the pain you put me through

I made my decision and jumped off the cliff
Don't worry, I'm not the one you'll come to miss
The tide is growing stronger
As It's dragging my dead body down, faster.