Mannequin Runaway

Tired of being plastic
Standing for the world to see
Not moving an inch
There's not much I could be

Tired of living hell
Seeing myself as perfect
Force to be fake
Just so I could make it

Ripping off this wig
Tearing down these clothes
Learning how to walk again
No more standing in these rows

Been way too long behind this glass
Wondering what will they say
My real colors will glow
I'm a mannequin runaway





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