• They tell me to be pretty
    They tell me to pretend
    They told me i could never hope
    or laugh or dream again


    They tell me to be silent
    They tell me to be still
    They tell me to forget myself
    And neglect my own free will


    They say I'm not bonded
    They say I shall always have a voice
    But before I had responded
    They said I've made my choice


    But they will say it dearly
    You must read between the lines
    And when you've read it clearly
    Lunge at your binds


    For those enslaved to society
    In time you shall discover
    Its not your looks that give you wings
    but what you do for others