you once filled with spirit
marred by a fanatic
dashed quickly into a fantasy
Arise from the plastic
left your eyes
and stop giving up on your story
take off the mask
and say "I'VE HAD IT"
Pick up your shoes
Left the one
comes next the two
Stand together through the door
say left foot to the right foot
I'm tired of standing inside the door
"I"VE HAD IT"
I'm not doing that anymore
Seriously, I'm not doing that anymore
I'm tired of only touching the cold wood on the floor
I'm tired of looking out the window
at living things that are pursuing something
foreign but lovely
The fire might be comfy
But I'm cramped
and this toy house won't let me grow anymore
I'm tired of looking to be Barby's Ken
ANd I'm tired of living the tale
of that which makes boys come under a delusion their men
Not living a real adventure
But crossing truth and lie
women and sin
standing left foot without the right foot
Doll Houses and doll babies
the next lady
enough to make you go crazy
with fake bodies
and hollow nothings underneath something you can
strike cold like tin
She can get as cold as like ice
and won't provide a summers weather
cause we live in a doll house
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