**Black dress with the tights underneath
Breath of the last cigarette on her teeth
She’s a good girl,
But she wants to be free
She can’t separate the wants and the needs**

Family pulls her away
Force the docile doll out during the day
But when night comes…
Well, she wants to be free
Maybe a bottle can tell her what she wants and what she needs

But soon she can’t hide anymore
Pastes the scarlet letters all over the door
All she had, taken away
Maybe she’ll get what she needs someday

Hijab with the tears underneath
Breath of the last silent prayer on her teeth
She’s a good girl,
But she wants to be free
How to be herself…she can never see.