They were those plastic dolls
Who danced on the music of the world,
When asked to tell their story
They ran away to hide themselves.
They were those plastic dolls
Who chatted their meaningless chatter,
When asked to talk on emotions
They flew to the far off nooks and corners.
They were those plastic dolls
Who painted their face for beauty,
When asked what is real beauty
They could answer of their useless shams.They were those plastic dolls
Who could not share their tears nor their smiles,
When asked to cry and smile
They could not do either as they were numb inside.
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