he sliced off my hair today
and the only souvenier of what i used to feel,
he trod into the floor.

(no-one can remember this ordinary little girl
who's greatest ambition
was to be able to sit on her hair
and be beautiful)

as he tries to kill the split ends
his scisscors slice my heart
in two

this man,he stares
into the mirror while light bounces
off my face,he doesn't even know
who i am

or who i was
before he cut all of my hair away

he holds up a mirror to behind my head but all i see is this
ocean of black and brown cutting across the floor
he wants to know if i like it
but i'm still drowning in these split waves

he cut away my hair today
years of trying and crying
all came crashing down.