plastic

i know what it is to be broken and be bold, tell you that my silver is gold, though we're much too old for make believe, and i know what it's like to behold and not be held, funny how a stomach unfed, seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen, and you caught me, shootin' cross the sky like a star, but nobody told me, to never let it get too far, you see my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me, can i tell you a secret?, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made up, and so am i