The sun is setting and it's time to make believe
Dress her up before she leaves
Pretend to smile, walk a mile in her heels
They don't know just how it feels
It's evident she's crumbling
When she's home she stumbles in
Her room
Shut the door
Plastic shoes
Faces torn
In her room
Shut the door
Put it away
What's it for
She plays along and dons her false identity
She looks great in that fabrication
The supporting role of a life romanticized
A living fiction of a vision
Puts it on but it doesn't fit
Takes it off when she walks in
Her room
Shut the door
Plastic shoes
Faces torn
In her room
Shut the door
Put it away
What's it for
Her doll skin is wearing thin
For the last time she runs in her
Room
Shut the door
Plastic shoes
Faces torn
In her room
Shut the door
Throw it away
What's it for
