So, Annabella destroys her doll
Her beloved toy boy
And takes all the notes that she made and packs them away
Thus, Annabella vows that she won’t tell a soul, so lonely
And, defeated, now she sadly creeps back to her lab
Thus, friends we bid adieu to the first generation
But don't move
We’ve three more acts to get through, so come let’s ensue
The future beckons and won’t wait
The next generation’s on its way
Dead things and broken love stories for us await
