Haunted doll you look so pretty in your funeral dress,
as you walk down the aisle for the bells that toll your final rest.
You lay down in the velvet padded coffin on the pedestal
and you firmly close your eyes in this windy cathedral.
And as the breeze is sneaking in from the cracks within the walls,
the organ starts to sing for you and echoes through the halls.
The dim candlelight is put out by the ghastly melody
and all that's left is the darkness and your pale glowing beauty.
But no one came to see you as you took your last breath,
no one came to hear the song that played along your death.
Now you lay within your tomb alone and weep upon the sheets,
now the bells no longer ring for you and no one really grieves.
Haunted doll don't worry that no one truly came;
Haunted doll don't cry that no one knew your name.