Thinking
You know, I thought I knew you
I thought everything you said was true
You couldn't do wrong, no not you.
Innocense in a perfect package
Yes, that's what I thought.
Well, that's what I get for thinking, huh?
Romance and love is what you conveyed
Then something went wrong, something changed.
You met barbie, who taught the plastic side of life
Showed you your serial number and how to fit in
SHowed you how not to get hurt, shut yourself off.
Well, little did you know, you wouldn't have been hurt.
But I suppose you'll never know.
I know you don't care cuz your used to your serial number now.
You did good shutting yourself off.
Mighty fine job, I must say.
Did you become an asshole so I wouldn't get hurt?
Is that your excuse, to make you look good?
If this is your way of not hurting me
I would so much rather be hurt.
Run around, say bye to your plastic friends
While the real one is here all alone
But, yes, you don't care, I almost forgot.
Just run away, that's always the best answer
No better way to close the door.
Time for an upgrade and a new serial number.
E-mail barbie so she knows the new number
She can't miss out on any detail
Oh yeah, while you're at it...
E-mail barbie and tell her all that I've said too.
You must keep the evil ones in check.
Sorry, no identifying numbers here.
You'll never really know me
There's just too much to comprehend.
If you have to ask me what's wrong
Then you won't really understand.
I am not a two dimensional plastic toy.
You can't predict reality.
There's more to me than bitchy or happy.
But that's all barbie taught you, huh?
Well, if you ever decide to throw away your toys,
Why don't you give me a call
I'll tell you what reality is
I can't promise you'll like it,
But it's better to know.
© by Nicole Piazza
