You want my opinion? Well, here's the gist:
You're like a textbook control freak slash narcissist
And since the world just lets you coast
You've gone undiagnosed
But let me spell it out since you insist
You treat everyone like human barbies
You toy with their lives like it's pretend
You dress them and pose them
And you think they're glad you chose them
But what happens when your playtime has to end?
You primp them, you pair them, you make them kiss
You give them stories that end in romantic bliss
But your whole candy-coloured view
It still revolves 'round you
And that's the thing you always seem to miss
You treat everyone like human barbies
You mix them and match them just for fun
You do and you say things
Like they're nothing more than playthings
Then you toss them in the corner when you're done
Clearly your developments arrested
Probably 'cause you lost your mom so young
So when your easy bake reality gets tested
You just mask your insecurity with make-believe maturity
Inside this plastic dream to which you've clung
You treat everyone like human barbies
You act like it's all some kind of game
But let me remind you what a mess you'll leave behind you
When the consequences find you
You'll have no one else to blame
You treat everyone like human barbies
And think you're the girl with all the cake
But if you don't grow up
You are heading for a blow up
Barbies only bend so far before they break
Barbies only bend so far before they break
Break
Break
Break
