Take it from a girl you claim to love you’re gonna get some bad karma.
I’m the one who had to learn to build a heart made of armor.
From the girl who made you soup and tied your shoes when you where hurting.
You are not deserving, you are not deserving.
Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope
Built with a heart, broken from the start
And now I die slow
In the valley of the dolls, we sleep
Got a hole inside of me
Living with identities
That do not belong to me
In my life, I got this far
Now I’m ready for the last hoorah
Dying like a shooting star
In the valley