For eighteen years
I lived with buzz cuts
Then I met you, dear
And just lived with a buzz, 'cause
You gave me hope
And your love made it grow each day
The past two years
It hadn't been cut once
No, you stilled my fears
My self-image, it then was
What you saw in me
And that made it free to stay
Then you ran off
And it fell off
The blade cut clean
From my head to my heart
And now it's the scar
That everyone can see
Like a burning cigar
Without its tip's cherry
I'm walking alone
Solely I'm wandering
Here and there
For weeks, those shears
Have filled me with disgust
Those years disappeared
As they were swept into the dust
They'll begin anew
Yes, they'll continue to grow
But don't stave your tears
Pain sometimes is a must
All those wounds and tears
Will soon be sewn to shut
And now those dead ends
Can soon lead again to hope
And now it's the scar
That everyone can see
Like a burning cigar
Without its tip's cherry
I'm walking alone
Solely I'm wandering
Here and there