Plasticine

(S. Veríssimo)

Yet another song about a girl. A girl with struggles. A powerful exploration of self-perception and public scrutiny.

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They say she's fake,
A role played by a second-rate actress.
She's too happy,
She's too excited,
On top of her game,
Never seems distracted.

They say she's plastic,
Her words all rehearsed.
She agrees too much,
And not enough.
The criticism never stops—
Her head's about to burst.

She reshaped herself,
Like clay in a sculptor's hands.
She wanted to please,
But seems she’s lost her stance.
Is it too late to be real,
To finally take a stand?

She redesigned herself,
Molded like plasticine.
Shaped to fit every scene.
She tried to please the crowd,
Is it too late to come clean?
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