Doll
Plastic body, plastic eyes
Plastic soul detached and rigid
Constant lies
Put-on smile and heavy makeup
Bright red dress and bright red lips
Every day is your new breakup
Full of creeps
Life’s become unending battle
No exit, no escape
Circled path, no chance to settle
Replayed tape.
The Yans
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