Me.
Board on the Train. Leave this place for once.
I feel as if.
I'm not who I should be.
I want to be a painted up doll.
Painted.
Just like the rest of the fake smiles and boobs.
Why not?
I want to be just like one of those.
Blonde and plastic.
Somebody who I'm not.
Just for ONCE.
Plastic City.
All passengers please board off.