Living in Dead Barbie World

It's like I'm in Silent Hill, watching a world go quiet and sleep. I drive in the middle of the night, blasting the only music left of this world. All I can do is wait.
 
Wait for a prince charming to sweep me away.

People think I can do this all on my own. But they're wrong.

What ever happened to true love's kiss? Why can't I feel like the love in those pop songs and love stories exist? What's wrong with believing a little more? What's wrong with wanting more than go to college, pay taxes, and die? Can't you see the beauty that I see? In the trees, in the melodies from the birds and the heavens?

Why, oh why can't you stop thinking of money and these stupid mundane things that don't matter? And pick up your sword and follow Jesus? Hell, even if you don't believe, don't you believe in love? Don't you believe in not being a robot for one second, and know how much they've robbed you?

I just wanna believe in something more, even if the world going silent, and scream it out of my existence. I don't wanna be Barbie, always doing everything. Because I can't, babe.

I can't, babe.