Skin
I am your precious puppet, your tiny wooden queen
You whisper me your stories and your promises and dreams
I sit upon your hand, my living breathing throne
And you tell me with your eyes that you are mine and mine alone

But what if I had skin, how would we begin?
What if these lips were real, if these fingers could feel
If I could be like you, what would you do?
If I had a heart to fill, would you love me still?

Your voice it cuts through all the strings, so radiant so clear
You shine for me so brightly, all the others dissapear
But then you leave to live the real life I cannot share
You don a mask I do not own, I cannot have you there

But what if I had skin, how would we begin?
What if these lips were real, if these fingers could feel
If I could be like you, what would you do?
If I had a heart to fill, would you love me still?

I feel so young and awkward like, a maid, of just sixteen
Yet I'm the strong, the old one, why so inbetween
I know just how this play should end, Its played 1000 times
But humans never learn the script, you might forget your lines
But what if I had skin, how would we begin?
What if these lips were real, if these fingers could feel
If I could be like you, what would you do?
If I had a heart to fill, would you love me still?