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