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Look—
There’s that beautiful girl with the beautiful life,
Such a beautiful life built on lies,
‘Cause all that’s required to live in a dream
Is endlessly closing your eyes.

She spins such beautiful stories to sing her to sleep
Full of magic and glory and love;
She’s the girl in the bubble,
The bright, shiny bubble,
Blissfully floating above.

Ah, but the truth has a way of seeping on in
Beneath the surface and sheen,
And blind as you to try to be, eventually,
It’s hard to unsee what you’ve seen.

And so that beautiful girl with a beautiful life
Has a question that haunts her somehow:
If she comes down from the sky,
Gives the real world a try,
Who in the world is she now?

And though so much of her wishes that she could float on,
And the beautiful lies never stop,
For the girl in the bubble,
The pink, shiny bubble,
It’s time for her bubble to pop.

For the popular girl, high in the bubble

Isn’t it high time for her bubble to pop?