We stick any crisis on them,
Those paper dolls
Stare from newsstand
In bright lime and pink.
We stick new style
A new wedding of birth,
On these paper people,
In a bought world.
They live in a paper world
Or a horror house of mirrors
Of distortion
Of divorce
And those private disasters.
So let’s keep our soul private
And stay in 3D
Don’t become a reflection
A digital being.
We make ourselves
Into paper dolls
Stick on new hair
A new colour
A new us.
We stick an emotion,
For our public
Half glad they’re whispering
About our perceived life
On the screen
We’re all smiling
Even when were tired
And ordinary.
So be normal
Don’t smile all day
Have a 3d soul
Don’t be a paper doll.
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