Who he use to be could never find the truth on his own
The shades of sympathy, tattooed the irony to the bone
And what they were you see, was like dreaming meant nothing at all
Here he is again, always been here alone, on his own
Your as porcelain, as a china doll
So life like, yet so empty
Your hallow heart, is harboring the echos of each murderous word
These murderous words concealed

What they use to be, turns out it never really was much
And as the tables turn he looks to me I would not budge
But he says right now is out of body and enraged
Here I am to blame, I've always been here
Always been here, alone, on his own
What goes around comes around
what goes around comes back around
It goes around, it comes around and goes back around
Your as porcelain, as a china doll
So life like, yet so empty
Your hallow heart, is harboring the echos of each murderous word
These murderous, your so murderous
Your as porcelain, as a china doll
So life like, yet so empty

He never really was much of anything at all
But then you wake up and there you are, facing yourself