This song is Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez.
Hey girl,
open the walls,
play with your dolls,
we'll be a perfect family.
You step onto the stage with the rest of your is your family so fucked up? Why can't your mother be sober and your dad be loyal and you not be you?
When you walk away,
Its when we really play,
you don't hear me
when I say
You smile for the audience, who are clapping. They think your familys perfect. Stupid people, stupid, stupid people.
Mom, please wake up
Dads with a slut
And your son
Is smoking cannabis
Your mother steps up onto the podium to give a speech. From this angle you can see the bruise on her cheekbone. Damn your father. Damn him to hell.
No one ever listens
This wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see
what goes down in the kitchen
No one listens. You are supposed to be the smart one. The youngest child focused on her studies. No time for a boyfriend! But of course, not that you are into boys. But, if society knew that, the "family reputation is ruined"
Places, places
Get into your places
Throw on your dress
and put on your doll faces
The floor length dress your wearing hides the bruises on your torso and the cuts on your thigh. Your mother is always on top of everything, telling everyone wear to go and how to dress.
Everyone thinks that
We're perfect
Please don't let them look
Through the curtains
Picture, Picture
Smile for the picture
Pose with your brother
Won't you be a good sister
Everyone thinks that
We're perfect
Please don't let them look
Through the curtains
Your brother is next to give his speech. He will probably be making it up as he goes along. Damn boy. Always on something, never a moment clean.
E
I see things that
Nobody else sees
E
I see things that
Nobody else sees
You hate this life. You hate your family.
Hey girl
Look at my mom
She's got it going on, (ha)
You're blinded by her jewelry
Your mom keeps talking, the diamonds destracting from the red around her eyes that not even makeup can fix.
When you turn your back
She pulls out a flask
And forgets his infidelity
Of course she is probably drunk right now, as usual. But she has gotten better at hiding it over the years.
Uh oh, shes coming to the attic
Plastic, go back
To being plastic
You are like dolls in a sense, plastic to other people, devoid of anything alone.
No one ever listens,
this wallpaper glistens
One day they'll see
what goes down in the kitchen.
You are so done. You run off the stage and into the dressing room. You lock the door and grab the scissors. Off come the long blonde locks your mother is so proud of.
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
You cut off the sleeves of the dress, exposing the bruises on your arms, you find a long pink scarf and tie it around your waist.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother,
won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
You put on heavy eyeliner and mascara, and make your way back to the stage.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
Everyones looking at you, and you got back just in time for your speech.
Hey girl
(hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl)
Hey girl, open your walls,
play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family.
You expose everything, the drinking habits, the sluts, the weed, your sexuality. You forget your morals and reputation, this is the real you.
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
You smile and flip off your family before running off the stage and into the arms of Kanaya, your girlfriend of 2 years, who was waiting this whole time
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
You smile as you walk out of the press confrence. This is your life. You will live it.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees.
D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E
I see things that nobody else sees
