Broken Barbie Doll

Broken Barbie Doll
　　
　　Back when she was a girl there was a plan to see her through her life:
　　Get married, settled 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
　　It’s 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 fall, she’s lying on the ground.
　　
　　Now it’s too late to go back home, it’s saccharine and silicone
　　For a broken barbie doll
　　It’s sleeping pills and alcohol, and nights she’d rather not recall
　　For a broken barbie doll.
　　
　　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 all burnt.
　　
　　Now it’s too late to go back home, it’s saccharine and silicone
　　For a broken barbie doll
　　It’s sleeping pills and alcohol, and nights she’d rather not recall
　　For a broken barbie doll.
　　
　　
　　Broken barbie doll, for a broken barbie doll.
　　Broken barbie doll, for a broken barbie doll.
　　Broken barbie doll...