Sometimes it just stops
And you stop knowing who you were before
Back when the pain was gone
It attaches itself to you and you end up brandishing it to the world
You'll show everyone your pain before they know the real you
But who is the you without hurt?
Who am I without the hurt?
I don't want to think about that
So I'll wait until I reach that bridge before I burn it
And I'll let my hair keep growing until I'm no longer hurting
Then I'll shave it off to signify the loss and yearning
To rectify the wrongs I've made and for your returning