perfect girl

Perfect girl, oh perfect girl, living in this perfect world
With the cuts on your wrist and your hands in a fist screaming with no sound
Quiet girl, you’re such a quiet girl, you never want to be around
Hands and feet locked in chains only responding to your brain,
oh you’re such a prisoner
Beautiful girl, you’re fucking beautiful girl, well only if they say so
Judged by the color of skin, mocked by the way that you grin
Aren’t you afraid?