Paper Doll Hearts

[Verse 1] You cut my hair with your safety scissors, Said you loved me when the moon got bigger. But every promise was a paper splinter, Stuck in my skin through the whole damn winter. You dressed me up in your favorite lies, Tied my ribbons till I couldn’t cry. Guess it’s easy keeping dolls on strings— Just pull too hard and they always sing. [Pre-Chorus] Your sugar kisses turned to cyanide, You stitched my mouth so I’d stay quiet. But I’m done pretending this felt right— Time to tear the seams tonight. [Chorus] ’Cause you broke my paper doll heart, Ripped it clean in two, call it modern art. I’m sweeping up the glitter from your mess, No more crying in a tulle dress. You cracked my porcelain trust, Left fingerprints in all the dust. But I won’t shatter just because you’re gone— I’ll make a new heart, stronger than the one you tore on. [Verse 2] You liked me fragile, soft as lace, Played house with me in your empty space. Your “forever” was a cardboard castle, One small storm and it starts to unravel. You locked the door when I tried to leave, Glued my shadow where you wanted me. But broken toys learn how to run— And baby, I’m already gone. [Pre-Chorus] Your sugar kisses turned to cyanide, You stitched my mouth so I’d stay quiet. But I’m done pretending this felt right— Time to tear the seams tonight. [Chorus] ’Cause you broke my paper doll heart, Ripped it clean in two, call it modern art. I’m sweeping up the glitter from your mess, No more crying in a tulle dress. You cracked my porcelain trust, Left fingerprints in all the dust. But I won’t shatter just because you’re gone— I’ll make a new heart, stronger than the one you tore on. [Bridge] You taught me how to fall apart— Congratulations, you mastered the art. But every crack is a place to glow, And every tear’s where the wildflowers grow. [Final Chorus] You broke my paper doll heart, But watch me cut a brand-new start. I’m stitching up the edges of my name, And this time you don’t get to play the game. You cracked my porcelain trust, But I’m sweeping up the dust. No more strings, no more dress-up scars— I’m walking out of your toybox and into the stars.