People seem to forget I'm real.
I'm nothing more than a paper doll.
I'm not sure thats true though, I can feel.
I can tell that the passing of time has taken it's toll.
I can't be made of paper, I can't be.
I'm more like glass, doesn't that sound right?
I can't just disolve in a cup of tea.
Doesn't is seem more fitting that I break from being held to tight?
That makes me seem to be a butterfly, trying yo get free
I can't be a butterfly though.
I'm not full of beauty and glee.
I can't feel the wind and follow it's flow.
I know what I'm like...Water.
Water strong and tender.
To all things it's called Father.
It can dowse a burning Cinder.
I'm nothing more than a paper doll.
I'm not sure thats true though, I can feel.
I can tell that the passing of time has taken it's toll.
I can't be made of paper, I can't be.
I'm more like glass, doesn't that sound right?
I can't just disolve in a cup of tea.
Doesn't is seem more fitting that I break from being held to tight?
That makes me seem to be a butterfly, trying yo get free
I can't be a butterfly though.
I'm not full of beauty and glee.
I can't feel the wind and follow it's flow.
I know what I'm like...Water.
Water strong and tender.
To all things it's called Father.
It can dowse a burning Cinder.
