Darcy's Dollhouse

Excuse me my miniature friend
But how do you think your life will end?
In a field all alone as the blood pours from your side
Or asleep in your bed, unaware that you have died?
I am sorry to say that I simply cannot relate
To a man with no fear, no worries, no hate
To a man made of plastic who lives in a house
Made of plastic and glue, too small for a mouse
Resting on a table in the middle of a room
I am sorry I tried, I'll not show my gloom
I'll put on a plastic smile and I'll talk
As if I have no worries at all and I'll walk
Like a man made of plastic who lives in a house
Made of plastic and glue, too small for a mouse


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