Letras
I see the mirror, it’s my greatest foe,
Lines on my face where I don’t want them to show.
Botox in my forehead, fill up the cracks,
But deep inside, I know it won’t bring me back.
They call it Ozempic, the magic new trick,
Skinny bitch syndrome, it’s quick-fix chic.
But my soul feels heavy, the truth’s a disgrace,
They love my figure, but I hate my face.
Barbie dreams in a plastic shell,
Fake it all, but I still feel hell.
Surgeon’s knife or a magic pill,
I’m chasing love, but it’s never real.
Fake me fabulous, doll me up tight,
Paint on a smile for the gram tonight.
They say I’m skinny, they say I’m gold,
But I’m drowning in a lie I’ve sold.
Fake me fabulous, flawless and new,
Hating myself, but it’s what I do.
A Barbie girl in a plastic land,
Hiding the scars with a trembling hand.
Plastic surgery scars like ribbons in a row,
Cut me to pieces, make me the show.
I’m not skinny, I feel so fat,
But they look at me and say, “Imagine that.”
Fake nails, fake hair, fake tan, fake glow,
Every little part of me, curated for the show.
I’m the queen of filters, the goddess of fake,
But at night, it’s the real me I can’t take.
Barbie dreams in a plastic shell,
Fake it all, but I still feel hell.
Surgeon’s knife or a magic pill,
I’m chasing love, but it’s never real.
Fake me fabulous, doll me up tight,
Paint on a smile for the gram tonight.
They say I’m skinny, they say I’m gold,
But I’m drowning in a lie I’ve sold.
Fake me fabulous, flawless and new,
Hating myself, but it’s what I do.
A Barbie girl in a plastic land,
Hiding the scars with a trembling hand.
I crave the love, I crave the light,
But the spotlight burns me every night.
They see perfection, I feel despair,
A hollow doll with no one there.
Fake me fabulous, doll me up tight,