Broken doll (cover)

At times unable to cope with the sadness And unable to look or breathe, I cover my eyes with my hand. I begin to dream of you. Not of a slender and languid girl as everyone Would see you, but of a sweet and modest Girlie bent over her favorite book. But now you're not the same. You've forgotten everything you thought you'd be as A child. Where is your hope? The whole world is a grave. Where is happiness? I can't breathe. And I know that in your childhood bed you Couldn't sleep in the evenings. Your heart pounded and your eyes sparkled. You dreamed of a great destiny. Buried headfirst in the blanket, You wanted to be brighter than the sun so That people would call you happiness, Their best hope. But now you're not the same. You've forgotten everything you thought you'd be as A child. Where is your hope? The whole world is a grave. Where is happiness? I can't breathe. This world hasn't lied to You. You suddenly cut through the darkness. You appear like a blinding star, Though not to everyone, only to me and your Mysterious companion. Behold, I give my soul for your little childhood Apron, for your broken doll. But now you're not the same. You've forgotten everything you thought you'd be as A child. Where is your hope? The whole world is a grave. Where is happiness? I can't breathe.