There seems to be a prohibition on being who I am 
They tell me not to speak against the plan
Or analyse 
But everyone dies
Why does nobody see
And if they do why do they blame me 
For letting the truth fly
And I don’t want to cry
But I will 
If it means I don’t have to kill 
The beauty inside me 
For a man who will ride me 
Sometimes in the dark 
And leave a mark 
Like loneliness on the step
It is something I can never accept
So I throw the papers back in his face
As he tells me I’m a living disgrace 
Because I don’t amount to 
The stepford wife he’s been pushing through 
And someday you will bear child 
But I am ever wild
And I have no intention to tame that flame
Just to wear someone else’s name 
And say that I am his 
I used to ace the quiz
But he says I know nothing at all 
So I make him talk to the wall 
That is in front of his face
Because I do not want to waste
Any of my receptivity 
On who he wishes me to be
And I guess it’s handed down 
Like a shower and a dressing gown 
The perfect man does not exist
It’s all steam and rising mist 
To dim your eyes 
And the disguise 
Was brilliant true 
But it took like 0.1 seconds to see through
And now you bow her branches down 
But the leaves never touch the ground 

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