Dolls

Dolls

Dolls…they don't need to think

Dolls… they have to live pink

Dolls….they made by others

And just made to being played with

Dolls…. Made to get dressed well

Dolls….Made to ware lipstick so red

Dolls….They're taken to restaurants

Just to be in the spotlights

Everyone would be amazed of them

Everyone would be smiling at them

Everyone would dead jealous

They won't hesitate to fake a face on them

One day

Dolls will be left alone at home

One day

Dolls will be forced to work at home

One day

They will forget their Dolls at all

And one day

Someone will recycle them all