Sometimes I feel like a rag doll
Made up of different pieces of dreams
Salvaged hopes
Broken bits of my heart
It looks cohesive on the outside
But on the inside
My stuffing gets a bit loose
The marbles roll around in my elbows
and I feel like part of me is missing
Maybe it's the result of all the patches
They're hiding the holes in my soul
Where people that I loved used to be
It's okay if I'm not a hundred percent
I am loved
Even though I sometimes feel flat
