Whenever I'm dressed cool my parents put up a fight and if I'm hot shot mom will cut my hair at night, and in the morning I'm short of my identity. I scream mom and dad why can't I be who I want to be? To be... I just wanna be myself and I want you to love me for who I am. I just wanna be myself and I want you to know... I am my hair.I've had enough, this is my prayer, that I'll die livin' just as free as my hair.
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