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 and stay lonely Defeated now she sadly creeps back to her lab Thus friends we bid adieu to The 1st generation, but don’t move We’ve 3 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