You carried their voices like stones in your chest
Swallowed your laughter to keep your dress pressed
Cut off your hair to fit in their pew
Let your dreams rot like fruit they said spoiled you
Gave them your silence, your spine bent to please
Traded your thunder for their whispered peace
You buried your hunger, your wild, your why
A ghost in your skin, just to stay alive
Clip your claws, numb your veins
Shrink your soul to fit their frames
Hide all the parts that don’t work in their world
Be a good girl
You bled “I’m sorry” into every prayer
Dulled all your edges to get in their square
Buried your fury in Sunday-school lace
A porcelain doll with a crack in the face.
Clip your claws, numb your veins
Shrink your soul to fit their frames
Hide all the parts that don’t work in their world
Be a good girl
Cracks don’t whisper—they scream through the plaster
You bleed dry, but they’ll bleed faster.
Sharpened claws, pulsing veins
Crumbling walls, shattered frames
Use all your scars to break free from their world
Bye, bye, good girl!
Bye-bye, good girl!
Bye-bye, good girl.