Perfect Girl.

I could dream of rainbows
Crystal clear blue lakes
A knight in shining armor
Riding on the broadest horse

I could dream of these things
But I am not the Perfect Girl
I could dream of fantasies
However I live in reality

I dream of erupting volcanos
Red, hot acid waters
The grim reapers dark black cloak
Slashing throats with its long bloody scythe

I dream of these things
I'm no Perfect Girl
I live in reality
And my fantasies are better than my reality