I am lost beyond repair
I sit and repeat 'life isn't fair'
I have no grasp of any care
My personality dying, has lost it's flair
I hate that I still feel the need to fill my lungs with air
My eyes look upon happy people with hatred glare
While I sit here pondering if I would dare
All of this caused just because

I need to wash my hair

But drying eurghhhhhh utter despair.