That doll...
She moves, sounds, and acts like me.
Yet she's wanted more than me,
Loved more than me,
Admired more than me,
Befriended more than me.
Is she really me...
Or isn't she?
She's the one that they expect to see.
The one loved,
The one admired,
The one befriended.
Faux is her smile,
Fake is her show,
Unreal, the path she walks,
One that everyone knows.
Yet she'll keep walking that path...
So that she'll be...
Loved...
Admired...
Befriended... more than me
Can't you see?
