Paper Doll

Lonely little woman with your tear stained face.
Don't you every wonder why you punish yourself?
Pretty little baby, you have no idea.
The damage you endure is sadly self inflicted....
That poison you complain about was, after all, predicted.

Turn on that t.v. and see what you should be.
Flip that magazine and mimick paper dolls.
Wander down the streets and relish in the praise.
If only they knew you're heart wasn't painted....
Nourishing your body is so over-rated.

Innocent little child with a woman's lonesome mind.
Oh, sweet young lady you are falling to the ground.
The secret of a happy soul lies within yourself.
But you judge who you are by the fabricated world....
Isn't it ironic being a girl?