They packed the tents… They forgot me… Little shoes on an empty floor, No one knocks on my little door. Painted smile that fades to grey, The circus left… and drove away. Will they come… back for me? Or am I just… a memory? I’m the doll they left behind, Lost between the rain and time. Tiny heart made out of thread, Dreaming in an empty bed. If you hear my music play… Please don’t leave me here again. I’m still waiting… Hush now, hear the music slow, Fading where the shadows go. If you listen… you might find… I’m still here… just left behind…
