Your hair was always beautiful,
Long and luciousous,
Everyone always loved it.
But then you cut it off.
Long strands fly away to the floor,
While you're in the bathroom,
Closed door.
You open it.
You ask me to help.
Cutting your hair away felt like a crime,
Luckily, I was willing to break the law for you.
I wonder if I can't get over you
Because I can't get over being wanted
There was something special about being wanted
Knowing you'd talk for hours about me
And go out of your way to see
My love for you has no title
My love for you is my own
My love for you is something unique
My love for you I wish I could've shown
I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time
I watch the girl in the mirror decaying
She's replaying every word she's heard
The world saying
About her eyes
Her Lips
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