Айрис Торн - Paper Doll

You like me better when my mouth is shut
A perfect picture in a golden frame
You tell me calm down when
I'm getting worked up
You love the echo but you hate the flame
I used to shrink myself to fit your hands
A paper doll you dress up in command
But paper tears so easily and
I've been soaking in the rain
You left me out here in the freezing cold
Now watch me fall right out of your life