(Wicked people lie) (And down the line) (In cramped coffins they'll lie) Ya wanna put me in a fishbowl Watch me all the time as if I were a fish And when I don't do something you wish Ya stop feeding me and let me perish You deny my anguish Also deny it when I say you're selfish You downplay all my issues Then ask me why this house's walls are full of fissures You create a worse version of me That only exists in your stories But I got a worse version of you That exists in my memories You pretend to offer me your hand to hold And scratch me with your claws After all, I'm your stuffed toy I'm nothing more (nothing more) There is nothing to do Perhaps my family squabbles Were already foretold (foretold) You pretend to offer me your hand to hold And scratch me with your claws (Claws, claws, claws, claws) And scratch me with your claws (Claws, claws, claws) The gold isn't up for grabs for all (for all) This whole place's a dollhouse We're nothing but a bunch of dolls Time slows down (slow down) The only thing that sets us apart are The crowns that sit atop our heads Then we'll all just be dead In a graveyard You pretend to offer me your hand to hold And scratch me with your claws After all, I'm your stuffed toy I'm nothing more (Nothing more) (Nothing more) (Nothing more)