It was never me though I wanted it to be
The red head girl had other guys to see
The blond hair girl had better dreams
The dark haired girl had better things to be
The brown haired girl turned out to be
Just the other side of dull
Not enough freak for me
So this is the cost of the poetry
The loss of love and certain strands of sanity
Inspired the better perhaps bitter verses
Which turned out to be a perfect fit for me