hair 2

I'll just keep cutting my hair til I feel okay,
and he said to me, he said,
"You'll never be okay, I can promise you that"
and I said, oh did i ever say,
I said nothing, and I picked up those scissors,
and I cut til my skull plucked itself pink into the air,
and I said nothing.

hair 1

I have long black hair, and I hate it.
I hate it because you like it, and I hate that.

I have big brown eyes, and you like when they're plain,
so I'll crease them blacker than holes so you'll never see them again.

You'll see a bright star piercing the sockets
and it won't be you, and you'll never recognize me again.