The doll of a angle

Edit my purpose to your needs Account for the fate we face Count on me, it my only way to cope Hopefully i watch from the sky

Observation of my knowledge Forever unknown to all

No use, in speaking my mind Every time will end in a "shut up" Even though i wanna to yell out Despite my silent i know your mistakes

This is my endless cycle Of course, i act like a doll

My fear of being throw away by you Equal to the toy you burn away

People are so stupid it seems Left everything to be a desire Eye full of tear of mine Are rip out my sight So i can be trap by you Every day, i, the angle is a doll to all