Plastic Dreams & Chemistry

🎵 “Not Your Hero Yet” — PINK ROBOBLOX

Verse 1

Not long ago I played with dolls,

Tiny stitches, mended walls,

I heard them breathe in plastic dreams,

Fixed their cracks and broken seams.

I was doctor, I was guide,

Little worlds I kept inside,

White coat made of paper lace —

I ruled my quiet childhood space.

Pre-Chorus

Now the years move fast somehow,

Notes appear — you want me now,

Whispers under silver light…

But nothing here is black and white.

Chorus

You write my name inside a heart,

You think romance is where we start,

But mom and dad draw careful lines —

They say your stars don’t match with mine.

Chemistry books on my desk stay open,

Dreams aren’t toys that can be broken,

They say, “We’re not raising her for you…”

So what exactly will you do?

Verse 2

You talk of moonlight, holding tight,

Walking slowly through the night,

But I’ve equations left to solve,

Worlds to build, and plans to evolve.

I’m not the doll you used to see,

You can’t just wind the key in me,

My heart’s not programmed to obey —

It chooses when to drift your way.

Final Chorus (Soft, Strong)

You call yourself my hero’s part,

But heroes win with patient hearts,

If you can stand where I must grow —

Then maybe… someday… I’ll say so.

Until that day, just understand —

My future’s written by my hand. ✨