I had a haircut, I read it cuts off feelings. I forced myself to smile, my mama said it heals it.
I met some people who I’ve never ever met, My friends ensured me it has to help.
I started drinking stronger liquor, Tequila was the best, it worked way quicker.
Some time have passed, I thought I am feeling better. I have moved on and I became independent.
My under eyes stopped needing so much make-up, And I thought to myself: fuck, yes! I made it.
Until a day that I received a text:
“New haircut looks great, I need you back”.
A long one minute later I’ve replied:
“I've never left”