Do you think if I cut my hair
I might become someone else ?
If I change my clothes
And the piercing in my nose
I could hang the old me up on the shelf?
Do you think if I cover the scars
And I wash out the hair die
That I could wash out the lies
And maybe become one with the stars?
Do you think if wiped up the tears
And rearranged my room
That I could change how I feel
And stop pretending that this is real
Maybe mop up the pieces with a broom?
Maybe I could reconstruct my shattered dreams
No, cause nothing is as easy as it seems