Barbie Dolls

In a room full of Barbie dolls, she cries the night away.
With their painted eyes staring, making her feel ashamed.
She's not what they want, she's not built the right way,
So she cries out in the night, longing for the day...

When she'll be able to march through the door,
filled with a confidence like never before.
She'll shut out the Barbie's, throw them to the floor,
She'll decide they don't own her anymore.

In a house full of screaming, things thrown everywhere,
a young boy sits in the corner, totally aware.
Something's not right, Daddy's so mad,
something's gone wrong, was it something he did?
Dad left that night with no "I love you",
the boy grows up not know how to push through.
As he's alone in his room full of pain,
he puts the gun down,
stands, and declares that today...

He'll march through that door, and he'll be alright.
Say, "I love you, Mom", not put up a fight.
He takes a stand, gets up off the floor,
Decides pain doesn't own him anymore.

Can we be strong through the hard times?
Do what's right, shine through the night?
Take a stand. Pick yourself up.
Brush off your shoulders. Shake it all off...

And pick up your Barbie, throw it away.
Don't choose to waste one more day.
March through the door know you'll be okay.
Pick yourself up off the floor.
Your problems.
Your worries.
Life...

Doesn't own you anymore.

In a room full of Barbie dolls
she wipes her tears away.
Looks in those painted eyes
knowing she'll be okay.