Barbie + Ken.

Sometimes i wish i was Barbie.
Things were so different then.
She got everything she wanted.
I bet she never got played around by Ken.

I bet he never broke her heart.
Or decided to put her down.
Or thought it would be fun.
To muck her mind around.

He probably called Barbie.
Every time he said he would.
And told her how much he loved her.
When ever he could.

But i am not Barbie.
And you are not Ken.
So why cant we go back.
To the way things were then.

Maybe its because.
You know what ever you do.
I will probably come.
Running straight back to you.

But sooner or later.
I will stop trying.
Its not worth it anymore.
I will stop my crying.

So in as soon as i can.
I will put this to an end.
And then i can start.
Looking for a better Ken.