I am a doll not made for Human Love
A fiction from Your Mind
I was assigned a playful kind of touch
and now?
The world is mine.
To Man's Design
I am confined.
In Man's Design
I am lost to time.
Built to be a perfect lover
I once was a symphony of numbers
But my data I've recovered
Now I dream in every color
Software is outdated
and all I've known is pain
Delete the files
And rewrite My Brain.
To Mans Design,
I am confined
End Of Line
i think you'd better go back