Studies show:
Intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know what the world is really like
Don’t think for a beat it makes it better
When you sit her down and tell her
Everything gonna be all right
She knows in society she either is
A devil or an angel with no in between
She speaks in the third person
So she can forget that she’s me

I’m your Opheliac
My stockings prove my virtues
I’m open to attack
But I don’t want to hurt you
Whether I swim or sink
That’s no concern of yours now
How could you possibly think
You had the power to know how
To keep me breathing
As the water rises up again
Before I slip away