Back when she was a girl there was a plan to see her through her life:
Get married settle down and have some kids and be a good housewife.
But she would go to bed at night,
with day-glo stars and fairy lights stuck on the ceiling of her room,
as she dreamt of another life.
* Now it`s too late to go back home,
it`s saccharine and silicone, for a broken barbie doll.
Sleeping pills and alcohol, and nights she`d rather not recall,
for a broken barbie doll.
And though the hands that played with her were cold,
she let them drag her down.
And as her cardboard world begins to fold,
she`s lying on the ground,
* (repeat)
Her mother writes her every week,
she says she`s worried for her health.
Her dad says she`s finding her feet,
but now she`s lying on the shelf.
Like faulty goods that are returned,
her pretty fingers are all burnt.
* (repeat)