I cut my hair Song is not written by me. All credit to Cave-Town.
Often I am upset That I can not fall in love But I guess This avoids the stress Of falling out of it Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now But I swear When I'm ready I will fly us out of here I'll cut my hair To make you stare I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here Turn off your porcelain face I cant really think right now In this place There's too many colours Enough to drive all of us insane Are you dead? I sometimes think I'm dead. Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls Wrapping around my head But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet My eyes went dark I don't know where My pupils are But I'll Figure out a way to get us out of here Get a load of this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bt of space Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess And he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know the stars Welcome him with Open arms Time is Slowly Tracing his face But strangely it feels at home in this place
