• Every day they just jeer and stare

    I had to make a change so I cut my hair

    It's hard to find friends who truly care

    For whom I wouldn't have to cut my hair

    The moments where I'm me are small and rare

    But it's nice not worrying about my hair

    I'm always pretending because I'm scared

    It makes me so angry I want to pull out my hair

    I can't be me and it's too much to bear

    Because I'm always reminded by my hair

    But I need to to feel peace like I'm safe somewhere

    Where I won't have to hide or to cut my hair