She's like one of those dolls
That opens up, reveals more layers
She's a daydreamer
Her thoughts are a blur
She's like one of those songs
The chords are sad, the lyrics cheerful
She's a quick thinker
Her words are too soft
She smiles and says she's been this way since she was born
Hard to believe she doesn't see that she's been torn
She doesn't think about the ways the world's lost
She only covers her mouth to hide from the exhaust
She's a fast runner
Escapes reality
She's like one of those pictures
You get in a frame, replace with another
She's a real beauty
Her features are fake
She's like one of those people
That shakes their head, not in frustration
She's a follower
Her life is a lie
Her life is a lie