dye my hair

People wonder why I dye my hair so much
I make up a bullshit story the classic of
being eccentric

If I told them the truth they wouldn't understand
they act like they do then laugh later on
its my way of copping

I dye my hair its my way of running
I run away from the problem
I run away from myself

Its hard to talk about things because
they are so uncommon to most
I don't like opening up
I hate to be touched
the only person that can touch me
can't be here right now with me
and this time that's why I dyed my hair.