Outside the window, it is raining.
Raindrops streaming, like the tears down your face.
For your master, you are waiting.
Listening for footsteps, in the window, you gaze.
She doesn't care about you and feels no regret.
You are so lonely, but she's not home, yet.
Pretty face that has a soul,
but you are thought of as a doll.
Kids grow up and take on their roles,
but some of them, still have their dolls.
Outside the window, the skies are dark.
Clouds, moving, like the thoughts in your head.
Is your master with other doll in the park?
You were always faithful. You have done nothing bad.
He will throw you away, when with you, he is through.
He wants another doll. He is just bored with you.